The anonymous notes collected in this short but beautifully designed book offer ample evidence of the success of this “public typewriter experiment”. They range from the banal (“I don’t know what to say”) and the amusing (“misspelling is a suign of genius”), to the poignant: “I spent 22 years telling her to do great things. Now that she has gone to do them I am sad.” Some verge on the profound: “Life, like this typewriter, has no backspace. Type strongly and don’t look back.” This is a delightfully quirky, heart-warming celebration of the “messy, smudgy, imperfect beauty” of a past analogue era of ink, paper and mechanical keys. As a succinct note puts it: “i love it when you talk typewriter to me”.