We Love Real
by Emily. Average Reading Time: about a minute.
A red box landed on my desk this morning. A very lovely, bright red box. It was sent to me after I agreed to be one of the 50 founding members of the latest social network We Love Real; the physical network. In a bid to “bring the feeling back to life”, We Love Real, in partnership with Royal Mail have created a network that celebrates the physical; that allows users to (literally) post content to a physical plot in London. I’m intrigued.
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So, in my lovely, bright red box is a number of envelopes, all pre-paid and addressed to my plot, which I’m told is a metal cage in the ROA Gallery on Pall Mall. The enclosed letter tells me to “start today”, to have a look through my purse, bag or wallet and choose something to send, something “with a story”.
I’ll be honest, it’s tricky. My purse is a graveyard of unused loyalty cards and receipts. My bag holds a mixture of rotting apple cores, children’s toys and broken pencils. Can I tell a story with these “physical” items as well as I can in 140 characters? Maybe the presence of the physical brings the story to life in a way that Twitter on Facebook just can’t? I don’t know. I’d like to think so. Because I like this idea. It’s bold. And fun. And I’m really really excited to be involved. More excited than I was when I joined Facebook anyway. I just hope people “like” my posts.
If you want to get involved give We Love Real a shout on their twitter page and get posting.



This sounds fabulous! I love ephemeral things and broken pencils, bits of writing, string, tickets, broken jewellery (all contents of my bag) plus a piece of lichen (cos I liked the colour) a stone (ditto) and dried up petals (ditto) and now there is someplace to share it with! Bring back quills and parchment I say!
Annabel
This sounds very interesting.
Lovely idea! Only yesterday I emptied the contents of my raincoat pocket to find half a peg, a whistle, a nut (the nut & bolt kind, not the pea variety), some string and several rubber bands. I wish I had a story to go with them but I’m clueless as to how they got there. Or perhaps not clueless, I have a 4 year old!
Brilliant idea, the only Question is- dare I put my hand in & what will I find?
Shudder! Aaaarrrrhhhh! Yuck! To name just a few words that come to mind.