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...few days ago I had to WRITE DOWN some important things on the paper. First thing I realized is that paper isn’t lying on the table like it used to, but I had to pull it out from the printer. Next challenge was to find a pen. Where is it? How does it look like? I wagely remembered it’s kind of a stick with cartridge inside. Finally I found it in the bottom of the drawer. Moving on…holding a pen after all that time was an orgasmic pleasure, but writing with it seemed to be harder than I expected. My wrist couldn’t bend in the right angle; fingers got all crossed, moving around the pen, trying to find a familiar feeling that just wasn’t there. And then I realized I don’t have a bump on my middle finger, that bump that was there through out all school years. Does anyone today have this cute little mutation that was following us for years?

Finally, I remembered everything related to hand printing and noted down those few lines.

While I was looking the written things, I was thinking how I really mustn’t loose those information. My left hand automatically moved to the keyboard and pressed shortcut for ”save”. And I repeated it few times, coz I couldn’t see little sand watch turning on the paper…