I have fulfilled my life-long dream of owning a typewriter, and, excuse my nerdiness, but THIS THING IS SO FUN TO WRITE ON IT SHOULDN’T BE LEGAL. Seriously. I feel like Ernest Hemingway. Or a superhero. Or both.
Now for the hard question… what to write?
- Shakespeare: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars
- John Green: Bitch it might be
There’s something about the open.
We don’t think of it enough in our daily lives. Our eyes am minds, constantly focused downward and inward, are too occupied with trifles and thoughts and things you can grasp and weigh and own, to remember something as unobtrusive as peacefulness. Open sky….