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.
