Wow, that’s actually so cool – I’d never thought about how the old typewriter could shape our thoughts. It’s like the keys themselves were nudging us into a rhythm, almost a quiet, mechanical inspiration for the words we write. I can picture a rainy afternoon, the clatter of brass keys, and my own daydreams trying to keep pace with that steady beat. It’s a tiny, elegant reminder that even old machines can carry a whisper of intention, and maybe that’s why sometimes my own writing feels a little rusty, like I’m waiting for the right key to click. But who knows? Maybe those tiny jamming pairs are just the universe telling us to pause and listen to our own rhythms.