One boy's protest against the almighty binary digit via poetry and typewriters.
Due to google & my incompetence I lost contact with you from a while ago till today. Long may your ribbons be used up and replaced. Your posts even when dark like this are a strange writerly tonic. In my mind, I type on an old machine like yours though my wife scorns the thought of having one in the house.
and incompetently I forgot to tick the notify me box