Paper

Plenty, although nothing you'd put in a museum. In primary school we folded paper boats and those little fortune tellers you open and close with your fingers, and in high school I folded a thousand paper stars in a glass jar for a boy I liked. He said thanks and put it on a shelf, and that was the end of that romance. Letters, not really. The last thing I wrote by hand was a birthday card for my mother, and my handwriting has got so bad that she had to ask what one line said. I do keep a paper notebook at work, though, because jotting things down by hand helps them stick. At school we went through mountains of paper. Every subject had its own notebook, and before exams the photocopy shop by the gate did a roaring trade in revision handouts. I doubt paper will ever disappear completely. Offices are going digital, and I pay nearly everything by QR code now, but nobody wants a wedding invitation or a lucky money envelope sent as a PDF.