As an individual who is quite often drawn to the antique, both within the tangible and the cerebral realm, I found myself immediately inspired to adopt the above 1940's Royal typewriter. I feel an unquenchable urge to name her Eleanor, Edna, Esther, Mildred, or Minnie. Her keys are made of glass-although gone rogue is the letter S. Her typebars are graced with cobwebs and I'm quite confident the only transcribing she is capable of is in dust. One can only imagine this weathered, yet tender machine's lot in life. Within this space, using Minnie's contemporary, it is my desire to leave thoughts and inspirations both of now and now's past. Cheers to vocabulary, photography, and life.
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