Typewriter Scraps

One of the first things I wrote on Rex, my typewriter–Sometime in early 2015

I took the watercolors out of the desk and into the letters. Color so that the many moods and glows of their palette should capture this dull mind into an action it always forgets it’s capable of.

I had a thought and took painful lengths to write it down but the words could not fulfill its existence. It felt like a thousand tries before seeing that it wouldn’t have been a thought if I succeeded to transfer it onto something else.

Just a reminder that you’re always going to have something to say on anything.


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