MY TYPEWRITER
August 20th 2010 15:14
Vail left a typewriter in front of my house. I knew it was from Vail because she’d attached a note that said, “From Vail.” We hadn’t seen each other in months.
I placed it on my desk in my room and after half an hour or so of figuring out how to work it, I typed a short story.
Keyboards and iPads and glowing screens and whatever the hell else there is will never replace a typewriter. You type a story and that’s it. It’s naked with all its flaws revealed. The words will be raw and they’ll refuse to be copied or pasted or saved as a Word document backup. You type a story and there will be no spell check. You cannot rely on Google. There will be no delete.
I wonder what’ll happen once the Internet becomes obsolete, what’ll happen to this blog. I wonder if some kid in the future will write a sentimental little story about how his parents once used this retro thing called a computer.
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