It truly is a glorious sensation, the slightest of vibrations as the felt head of my plastic spear drags upon the minuscule ridges and troughs of the bleached and flattened wood pulp that we call paper. The permanence of the medium places a pressure to perform perfectly, and evokes the will and ability of the artist through necessity. Take this note to be a testimonial in favor of the antiquated art of pen on paper, for, as advanced of algorithms as our arithmetic can assemble, no such mathematical means can hope to produce as potent products as arise from the workings of the hands.
Daniel