I believe in the satisfying click of a typewriter’s keys punching inked silk onto cotton paper. The machine’s precision becomes an extension of my thoughts, turning emotion into creation. My typewriter is a trusted companion, each keystroke echoing the rhythm of my ideas. The weight of a keystroke demands presence allowing me to savor each word. Creating haiku is not just with language but with the tactile joy of the present and the emotional remembrance of the past.