Work holiday meant the treat of some time in the shop during daylight hours. As I went to put my tray of type away I was struck by the late afternoon sun playing with the letter shapes. Seeing the shadows was a powerful reminder of the physicality of the type, how it occupies three dimensions. It made me think of an ant or other small creature journeying across the forme and what it might be like for them. Flat valley… mesa… step up… and back down again. Somewhere in the lengths of those valleys and mesas are the characters we recognize and affix meaning to. What is it that makes it a ‘w’ rather than an ‘e’ or ‘m’ anyway?

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