From Planet 224

by Emily Trahair

I'm writing this editorial on a laptop so old it can no longer cope with the internet. I love this machine. Some people buy apps like 'Freedom' or use mindfulness meditation to block anxieties about unanswered emails or social media messages when writing anything that requires concentration, but I develop the necessary hermitic single-mindedness through simply banishing my usual laptop to the other end of the house and using this one instead. As I type I notice a residual, shrivelled 'writer's bump' on my right hand, which now seems as anachronistic as a tailbone. While I still feel a need to write notes in the margins of a draft print-out, my handwriting has regressed so much in the last ten years it looks like the gloss of an arthritic, semi-literate monk on a medieval manuscript.

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