Clack! Strike! Whir! The antique brass and iron typewriter clatters as fingers scatter across the keys, pressing hard against each character to lift the bar that will emboss the page with a soft, inky letter. Long before keyboards were plugged into the towers of technology, writing was done on the mechanical keys of typewriters which streamed ink ribbons across a sheet of paper as one wrote. Jack Kerouac wrote on such a typewriter, just as the secretaries of Mad Men transcribe notes on a similar device.
Recycled from such a typewriter, one can imagine that this key might have belonged to Virginia Woolf, or James Joyce, or any other twentieth century writer you can dream up. Imagine the fingertip that caressed this particular key. What must she have written? What might he have had to say? With this key - you can tell the world you have locked in your plan!
