A typebar, inked fabric, and a carriage return.

Barbara Blackburn is the fastest English language typist in the world, according to The Guiness Book. Using the Dvorak Keyboard, she has maintained 150 words per minute (wpm) for 50 minutes, and 170 wpm for shorter periods. She has been clocked at a peak speed of 212 wpm." That's just ridiculous. I sweat her...I mention Miss Blackburn because of a few things. One, The Dvorak keyboard has a layout that really makes sense and, unbeknownst to most, its in your OS (mac/xp/vista/linux included). Programmers are starting to use that ish, high-end ergonomic typewriters are starting to pop up, and unlike QUERTY type it wasn't modeled after the primary reason to simply avoid jamming on typewriters. It was created by studying letter frequencies in words and physiology. Also, more importantly than all this random shit you could surely find on wikipedia, the Dvorak Typewriter is playing a major role in the story itself. There's a rare 1961 Selectric 72 made by IBM sitting on the table alongside a book of encyclopedias of the older couple who broke out of the fish bowl long ago. in their 70's and 60's respectively, they fell in love long ago and the idea of their former selves still burgeoning into relevant pieces of their current framework left them giddy in the mornings, old handmade pieces of art from the 50's and 60's strewn about. The typewriter is relevant because at the time, the man didn't buy into the Smith-Corona salesman's pitch. He wanted something different. the keys didn't make sense to him so he told the dude, who became increasingly pushy, to fuck himself with that baby blue typewriter before he went stomping out. He eventually came across a neighbor who had a "slightly offbeat suggestion." The typewriter, eventually became hers as she cultivated random ideas on it while he baked and learned the crafts that she grew up endeared to. As per many others of their generation, they got extreme pleasure from adages of their past and present as a means for inspiration. "Function when open" and "anywhere except for the mind" would make the two of them chuckle as "It is an ironic habit of human beings to run faster when we have lost our way" would make them lighter when questioning one another. The most important day was the one where he accidentally came across a page that wasn't intended for his eyes. She had been sitting at the typewriter for hours. He asked her what it was that she needed and she shrugged. Out of frustration, she left the room. He had reached over for the "YZ" of the encyclopedia and couldn't help but to see the one line on the typewriter. He first looked around at some of his paintings and random clocks in the home. He then let his eyes roll past the otherwise blank page and read it out loud to himself which startled him and made his heart start beating: "Save a wall for me." ...*Did you see that shit? He just got it*