We had 10 years together. The technological sound, the romanza, of printer and creator, our characters made music together.
That sound I know so well. After creation and then out comes the published satisfaction. The freedom to think, create and print is still a revolution to me. Even if it is only my own little voice under a blue, raining, or black evening sky. My high and our bliss!
A focused effort together. My voice, our voice… gone.
This printer is obsolete. The HP Offset 6230 ePirnter is dead. Just like in the film 2001: A Space Odyssey when the Hal 9000 started to screw up. After about 10 years I gently removed myself from my publishing friend.
The little sounds you made letting me know that it was you who, with savvy, was moving the planned projects forward. Fresh printed ink on paper. Now I say goodbye… RIP.
