i love how wild and free the pen feels against the smooth surface of the paper. with someone like me, thinking faster than i write, i have one of the ugliest handwritings ever produced (people tell me i should have been a doctor). the idea is instant, and the pen and paper— mostly napkins in my case when i don’t bring my writing notebook along— is almost on demand and readily available, compared to a computer. it’s much MUCH more nostalgic too.
at least the computer killed the middle man: the typewriter. i love typewriters, but you couldn’t really fix errors when you made one. the keys were oddly spaced as well. with computers, that’s their beauty: the keyboards. typing is like gracefully gliding through a piano waltz. i love watching my fingers tickle at the keys without much effort. just print, and there’s your writing on hard copy.
lesser of two goods, i’d say.
at least the computer killed the middle man: the typewriter. i love typewriters, but you couldn’t really fix errors when you made one. the keys were oddly spaced as well. with computers, that’s their beauty: the keyboards. typing is like gracefully gliding through a piano waltz. i love watching my fingers tickle at the keys without much effort. just print, and there’s your writing on hard copy.
lesser of two goods, i’d say.
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