I wish
I had a typewriter. It would be pointless and I would never, if hardly ever, use it, but I like the solidness and the sound of fingertips bashing at the keys. No notes out of this contraption, just words made up of letters, made up of thoughts, made up of dark corners of minds filled up with little grey balloons that can cause shudders and action. Colours.
That reminds me, everyone should read anything they can by Oliver Sacks – he’ll make you think you, or least your brain, is amazing.

I want to get you a typewriter to see those words,’made up of dark corners of minds filled up with little grey balloons…’ You need to write an ongoing booklist so I can read better books.