the past this far

i like old things. i like thrift store pants and leftover dinner. i like cameras with film. i like to draw with a pen. it's not that i don't like change, that i won't embrace technology. i just like the way it feels. i like how heavy the fabric is in your aunt's coat. I like it when the flavors in my soup have time to blend and mix and get to know one another overnight in the fridge. i like the wait and the romance of wondering how my photos will develop. i like to take the time and the force to hammer out each letter in a word, hearing the audible click of my typewriter echoing through the room.  i like that when i make a mistake it stays on the page, i cannot escape it.  this being said i understand the necessity of the future, if anything it only intensifies the past.