I got a typewriter for Christmas this past year.
You'd think that hunk of rusted, dirty, grey metal was a shiny new car.
I was in love the moment my eyes slid across it's keys.
Today I realized the ancient ribbon still had a little ink left in it so I threaded some paper in and began clacking away.
The sound of those letters slamming into the ribbon and flinging ink onto the page is honestly music to my ears. I want to write like that forever.
The clicking keys, the ticking roll as I move the paper up and down, the classic "ring" when I reach the end of the line.
Something in the antiquity, in the out datedness is beautiful.
Im in love with it's effect.
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