In his latest book, Dom Quixote mounts a new smartphone and tilts away at our digital windmills. His chivalry is analogue: what is lost in our twittering is the seed-bed of his musings. Messages between and underneath communications—tender, sensuous, comically misaligned and/or brutal by turn—are gathered up and offered back to us as rebus: an oracular operating system where what we mean is not always how we speak.

Domenico Capilongo’s Send bursts at the seams with messages that you need to receive. Contrary to the constantly public display of “texting” by the current POTUS there are texts worth reading, messages worth hearing. Send is full of them.