Saturday, 21 November 2015

Lady in Red

I love stories and poems. I love words and statements. I love papers and ink. I like using my hands when I write something. I remember the first typewriter I have. I remember the smell. It smells like dust and dried ink. I understand that computer has made everything easier but classical way to write something should not be forgotten. I love when people write with pen and papers or type with old typewriter, without thinking, without planning, and without the ability to revise anything. I fell in love with fragmented words, its rawest form, when the writer can make their own meaning.