He loved the feel of it on his finger tips. The musty smell it brought with it. He loved looking at the road map in front of him. The next world was right there! He could see it..... He loved the rhythm of it. The sound would remind him of the trains he used to jump many years ago, with the constant beating of metal. The past could find its way right into the now, and the future was always just one stroke away. There were no mistakes. Just a new beginning. He could always taste the next idea brewing as he ripped the paper from it's grasp. Each bell he heard would send another dose somewhere deep inside his brain. And he would continue typing...ding...ding......ding...........ding.......
So long ago...
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