Elephant people. Elephant, people. Elephant! People!
Took the Sunday off, bunked Mishal’s cousin’s wedding, and went analog. This is the first impression from the (now completely) restored letterpress. The person helping me with reassembly has been standing me up, figuratively, for the last two months. I decided, then, to take the matter (I know) into my own hands, set it, and re-install the old and worn ink rollers and get to print. The first run is nothing short of a minor disaster. Now I know why type-designers set ‘Handgloves’ to check if they are still sane. Does this mean I am getting clued into why things are the way they are? That we shall overcome? Overkill? That one day, a giant rubberball will fall from the sky and wo/men will start playing volleyball and the beach sand will write sentences by itself? The impression needs to be calibrated, ink mixed well, registration figured out, type put back into the drawer in some order (if anybody has a diagram for sorting Malayalam type, this is your chance to email me an attachment) and new ink rollers installed. Layers of black ink, dating back to when Gutenberg first encountered a galley, unwashed on the rollers, have got an autobiography deal from Penguin already. We will cross those bridges when there is too much water in the river.
Like the bumper sticker says, I am an ‘offroad vehicle, don’t follow’ till then.