I miss print. I feel for that Gutenberg cat now that it’s all 1s and 0s. In the 80s and 90s I alway had a job at the print shop. Brochures. Postcards. Self-mailers. Sales or special offers to select clients. It was like Neiman Marcus and Bijan had an affair and veered into the bicycle trade. Kinda’ sorta’. I miss print and am thinking heavily about returning to it. The tactile senses need to be sated with good paper stock and all that comes after a final press check. A screen can only get you so wet and sticky. #neverfuckingrelent
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