Today at the end of a large meeting a number of people were handing out calling cards. Most of the cards were crisp and new, but one colleague apologetically gave me one that looked rather worn and beaten up.
“I’ve had them for a while,” she explained, as I politely took the slightly frayed and faded card. As she handed it to me, she ruefully mused “The stories this card could tell.”
“One day,” I replied, almost reflexively, “they will.”
We both pondered that concept — the idea that some future tech will enable your calling card to contain entire narratives.
It’s a cool thought, but in a way a sad one. There is just something about that beaten up old card, given to me today by a slightly apologetic colleague, that is infinitely nicer.