A couple years ago I bought a manual typewriter. I was in a slump in my writing and seeking some kind of creative, esoteric reboot, I suppose. There were things I wanted to write that I didn’t necessarily want online, or on the nebulous Cloud, or even on a hard drive, and so I thought perhaps going completely offline would offer me a modicum of freedom to explore my deepest innermost thoughts. I found a guy on Craigslist and met him in a West Ph…
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