Here on the internet lives a little community of bloggers called the Typosphere(ians?). They collect and/or write about and/or use typewriters to write blogs by scanning or uploading an image (typecasting). I follow a few of these blogs but have never posted a typecast or participated much in the typosphere, but I do like the inky quality a typewritten image offers against the somewhat-otherworldly nature of the web and the intangible software that brings us the images and words we see through a glowing screen.
My typewriter grounds me. I can make it percussive or give the paper a gentle kiss. With it, I write as well as type my emotions.
I used to own several but the things consume space and I never managed to use any one enough, so now I have only a Royal Mercury, a typewriter not from the “golden age” but fairly reliable, cheap, and portable. I wanted customized, so I bought items from a few places I stayed and made it my own. That way it becomes more than a writing machine but an obvious story in itself.