As a child, I often woke to the sound of my mother typing. I’d hear a spatter of sound, a pause, a tentative tap or two, some silence, then more taps. With the staccato music of the typewriter coming ...
These mechanical symphonies of rotary phones, dial-up modems, and typewriter keys aren't just nostalgic noise—they're the DNA ...
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