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Tuesday April 7, 2020 subscribe |
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in the mail from a friend. her writing focuses on her own childhood, which made me think of the famous flannery o'connor quote above. maybe times were simpler when simple things were more complicated—there's something about added effort that focuses attention. instead of an ephemeral text or email, it takes a little extra to haul a typewriter outdoors, struggle a postcard through the roller, then stamp and mail. each step clarifies, a process of distillation. the clacking keys have been a leitmotif throughout my life, that sound triggering specific memories from various stages and places. here in the garden of our 1911 co-op building, none of the neighbors found my royal manual unusual. they're old, i'm old, and their acceptance makes this feel like home. |
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