I’m not entirely sure why, but reading this story made me a little sad. I don’t have a typewriter, nor have I really ever considered purchasing one, but the idea that they are no longer being produced bothers me.
I think I like the romanticism behind the idea of typing on a typewriter more than I would like actually doing it. I say this as I type this post on my iPhone.
I remember playing with a typewriter at home as a child. And, in elementary school we had a typewriter next to the Apple IIe in the classroom.
Growing up in a generation where computers came to prominence I had little use for a typewriter but I still am in love with their beauty.
I love the clicking sound the keys make and the way the bell rings when you reach the end of a line; but more than that, I love the way they look.
I remember seeing a home improvement show a while back where someone decorated their room by hanging their collection of typewriters on the wall. I thought it looked amazing and I’ve secretly longed to decorate a room that way since.
I know typewriters aren’t going to disappear all together, but the thought that they will no longer be produced just breaks my heart. It’s sad when beautiful machinery becomes obsolete.
It is my hope that typewriters live on for years to come on the desks of hipsters, the shelves of second hand stores, in home decor and film noir. It will be good to be able to visit an old friend upon occasion.
And with that, I say goodbye typewriter. You will be missed.