Feet trudging, leading the way, Air frigid, suffocating the day. Eyes staring ahead, ready to face, What lies in that hospital bed.
The typewriter clacks away, the sound reverberating around my empty apartment. Yes, you heard me right, typewriter. I’ve no time nor money for a computer. This now ancient piece of equipment has all but gone the way of the fax machine or overhead projector. But the typewriter is a machine that has crafted some of… Continue reading The Typewriter