8th
June
2014
The quiet calm of composition
Without any direct experience, I imagine that our house, today, is akin to a scriptorium. No ink spills, or vellum. This is the Modern Age. Instead of the scratching of quill pens, there’s the muffled clicking of a laptop keyboard, and an even lower mechanical chatter of two hard drives, busily exchanging a terabyte of data on a table.
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