What I wrote for One Typed Page.
2020-09-20 Portland, Oregon Hermes 3000
If you feel carefully, you can detect the perforations of where the paper was ripped from its neighbors and the side stuff with the holes for tractor feeds. How old did the paper need to be for that? When was the last time I had tractor feed paper? In the 1990s? Why did I keep this paper? Why did I buy paper and not use this paper?
It is not the only thing I have here at home from a long time ago. And I mean things that are part of the making stuff group. I have some pencils, 4H, such as those from 1982 or so. 4H is a grading spec. This is a hard pencil for light lines, usually used in sketching and stuff like that. I have some tubes of paint. Oil paints in 200ml tubes. Cad Red Deep, Prussian Blue, Cad Yellow Pale, Phthalo Blue, and Alizeran Crimson. All in boxes, ready to go. There are other bits and pieces from my past, all ready to use. I like things like this, things that stay ready to use. You cannot do that with foodstuffs. Foodstuffs rot. It takes a different kind of liking to like that kind of thing.
I have words too. Words like those that you read here. They never rot. You can use words over and over.
I hope to use words well. Here is a sample, not from me.
Sometimes as an antidote
~ Rebecca Elson
To fear of death,
I eat the stars.
Those are the opening words to ANTIDOTES TO FEAR OF DEATH
by Rebecca Elson. What words those are! Someday!
— MichaelRpdx :: h3k