A Debt of Time

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I dry clean my thoughts with text and words. Through observation and a little introspection, I linger in the unnoticed, where both beauty and the ugly exist. I let my thoughts flow onto mirrors and reflective objects, exploring reflection both literally and inwardly. What we see shifts with where we stand, what surrounds us, and what we bring with us.
And I suppose… this is where Tap Type Tap comes in.
We used to write. Now, we type. More.
The name came from the familiar sound of fingers tapping away at a keyboard. I’ve also always had a thing for Dymo labellers and the little effort that goes into putting each word down. Maybe it’s nostalgia, or maybe I just like how words can make us look at things a little differently.
So, tap. type. tap.