I had an unbelievably happy, fulfilling, clear-headed time simply sitting down at my typewriter and noting some feelings I had about the upcoming Portland Fire season.

Typewriters are great, they’re like Google Docs without the ability to pretend to multitask, nor with the ability to suggest AI writes your deepest thoughts for you. You can just translate brainwaves into ink, with a deeply satisfying clack (which I’ve been told reverberates throughout our entire apartment. Sorry CP!).

Please enjoy.

See you in the next one.