The meditation of a 1953 Royal Quiet De Luxe, bought for cash at a thrift store, realizing that it is the totalitarian’s worst nightmare.
Why do you look as if you’ve seen a ghost?
Is it because you’ve seen the very thing you fear the most?
Yes, you’re afraid of me! How quaint! How droll!
I’m just a hunk of metal, but I’m out of your control.
The words I make are words that you can’t trace—
Anonymous—and I don’t even have to hide my face.
Why, I’m the scariest thing you know by far.
What fun! I think I just might tell the world how scared you are.