One boy's protest against the almighty binary digit via poetry and typewriters.
Wonderful imagery, and reminds me of my long-past love of kite flying. There's a kite and reel in my car's trunk this very moment, has been there for years, under the pretext that I'd be able to fly a kite where and when ever the mood struck. I'm still waiting.
Thanks for this. I feel like I read something worthwhile today