typographical airhead

We only do this once. Life. I don't get to edit a thing.

I write and I accept what I write. Computers deny history; typewriters make you face up to your mistakes. We were more logical once. Logic, she said, is the study of identity. Do you know what a thing is?

So there's this pressure not to make mistakes. Or maybe there is none, depending which team you want to be on - liars or perfectionists. No room for inbetweeners, these digits are on and off, this print is black and white. No room, unless we confess.

Number of mistakes I made while typing this: 15

Bless me reader for I have erred. It has been 7 words since my last typo.

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