I bought a mechanical keyboard. Wasn’t sure what to expect. It’s heavy; sits on my desk like a slate slab. Has big, old-fashioned keys that go “click” when pressed, and that I actually have to press down↓. I like it. Typing on it, I get the satisfying (and more than a little bit, romantic) feeling I’m making something physical. The clicking keys offer a mesmerizing satisfaction like I imagine sculptors experience when tap-tapping on a chisel, working their way into a piece of marble (this is the romantic part1).
- This is Ken Russell’s film, Savage Messiah. I saw it decades ago. All I remember is someone in a creative rage chipping away at stones. ↩