Me and Some Letters

Y’all, I spent the afternoon farting around printing things on a letter press printer and it was so much fun and cool.





I typeset my name and the press makes this incredibly satisfying series of “ka-chunk” sounds.





And there was a plate (I guess? I don’t know what this shit is called) of my own words. Words from the bombing book.





And it made me feel a way I don’t know how to articulate. A kind of existential wideness. Or something.

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Published on February 16, 2020 06:11
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