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Have you ever stopped and considered where all those typewriters went? I am just eccentric enough to do so. I imagine them in a heap lofty as K-2 somewhere in the Nevada desert mothballed by the CIA against the time when words become scarce and expensive. In the meantime, when the stars align just right they chatter out massifs of sentences that are only published in silence and read by rattlesnakes and passing coyotes. It is a such sad thing to outlast your audience.    ~mce
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
The Typewriters' Lament
Have you ever stopped and considered where all those typewriters went? I am just eccentric enough to do so. I imagine them in a heap lofty as K-2 somewhere in the Nevada desert mothballed by the CIA against the time when words become scarce and expensive. In the meantime, when the stars align just right they chatter out massifs of sentences that are only published in silence and read by rattlesnakes and passing coyotes. It is a such sad thing to outlast your audience.    ~mce
mike-essig
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
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