and cassette tapes

I’d say I was born in the wrong century. I’ve always preferred cassette tapes and records. I’ve always preferred the worn out pages of books. I’m the kind of writer who wants to carry a leather journal and a pen with them at all times just to scribble down observations. I’m the type of person who wants to spend a foggy morning outside. I want to send handwritten letters and write you adoring notes instead of digital words that have lost all meaning before they’re even read. I’d say that I’m living in the wrong time, but I’m lucky enough to be alive at the same time as you, my dear. I must be in the right place.
—  time

One of the amazing things about the 13 tapes is that they were tapes. They weren’t YouTube videos, WhatsApp audios or MP3 files. Hannah touched them, painted every number with her own nail polish, drew on the papers inside its boxes. They were personal. They were touchable and they touched everyone who were in them as well.