Whether he is a writer or she is a gardener, painter, or a bricklayer - the satisfying feedback of tactile work is part of the human experience. The innate joy of handling physical materials.
I sat down to write this afternoon and couldn’t help but notice this man across the table. His stack of papers were about a foot thick altogether. Some pages were met intensely, others he would flip by almost casually. His marks were discreet and free. No borders. No rules. Just an obvious desire to keep his thoughts neat enough for later review. From my perspective behind the computer keyboard I can appreciate watching him in a way that wouldn’t be possible if he was behind a laptop as well.
This is in no way a luddite’s call. Instead it is an appreciation for the world we live in. Sometimes it is cold, efficient and digital. Other accomplishments require organically parsing data, happy accidents and tactile feedback. I suppose this is one of them.
