Oct 8, 2012

When I type

When I type--
When I know precisely what I am typing--
my fingers cascade down the keyboard, making sounds like the earth crumbling.
It doesn't even sound like words being written, much less information created.

It sounds like destruction and violence.
I guess at 75 wpm, it would sound like that.
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