Excerpt, by Anthony Riddell


As we gently approached gaping crevice that served as an entrance, it was as if a vast and incomprehensible event had recently occurred. Persons who had been entranced by current happenings staggered about strangely.
If only someone had been dressed as a pumpkin. But I feel that this disregard for the actual substance that was involved felt far short of what was desirable. In the end a portable typewriter was flung downstairs in a cheap bid for publicity.


- Anthony Riddell

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  1. I adored a typewriter i had which ran out of typing ribbon and eventually was replaced by a computer keyboard that i adore less but understand its place at the center of the more irrational human machine of making profits above making us free. One day i will rescue a typewriter from being discarded and it will have absolute final veto in a room built for its purpose. Ty for the impulse.

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