Listen. Objects speak. The ghost may sing.
A great satisfaction can be had if you can hear the song.
Spiritual connotations remain around objects and make them ring like a bell somewhere in the background like a memory.
The whole world springs from imagination.
One hypnotic mode then another.
Messages that were once carefully tapped out across it’s keys like the moving lyrics in a musical passage it lives forever inside the ghost of the machine.
Replayed in echoes across the canyons between metal parts as they work.
I can hear the tapping of typewriter keys.