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Day in and day out, I’d find my fingers tapping on the keyboard. Seems too technical, too boring. But there’s this certain spark which drives me to glide through the letters incessantly. Forming words then sentences till a full thought has been formed and effectively transcribed.

Art is not seen at face value. Thoughts take shape; emotions expressed. With boldness; in abandon. It’s quite fascinating if you think about it, and I mean, really think about it. Out of the ordinary, something beautiful comes to life.

These keys are like my way to connect with other people even when I’m simply sitting in front of a machine, feeling the little squares under my finger tips. Feels like they make it possible for my world to come within reach of friends and strangers.

I reckon this is what they mean when they say that the world is within one’s reach. At least, personally, it’s one way of I’d like to look at it. This realisation had made me smile.

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