The more I read about art and the arts, the more I reminisce about a time I have never personally experienced. The rise of the typewriter. Individual expression, portable, sometimes so portable that it crawls away from you while you’re tripping on bug powder. I’ve never experienced that either.
Gone are the days of the ink blots, ink wells, and long spindly arms of an Underwood. Baudelaire nailed modernity.
Kismet Arts Tangent 
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