Click. Click. Ring.

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.