i am a collector, lover, peruser of fonts. i find secret joy in finding the perfect font to save a particular document in my digital folder in. i mill over whether "herculean" is too whimsy and not serious enough for the content of justice gardens information, whether or not "air conditioner" captures the retro aesthetic i love, etc. why do i do this? i imagine someone going through my computer files once i am dead and gone and placing a thoughtful finger to their lips saying "ah, yes. this typeset and words are really onto something with this get up."
or maybe i think too much about things?
i am a regular stalker of dafont.com. i love that place. so full of creativity. it's like window shopping to me! sometimes i feel like a little raccoon, easily distracted by shiny things. luckily nothing of real monetary value holds my attention and lust. at least not enough for it to occupy my mind in a chronic sense. fonts, spelling errors in books, collecting harfs, knee high socks, other people's eyebrows - these are my shiny objects that hold my attention and get noticed day in and day out. (sidebar: if ive met you, ive noticed your eyebrows. s'all im saying) (double sidebar: im reading the pillars of the earth right now and noticed a word that didn't make sense in it on page 36. "Martha SAID upright and vomited" my heart was set aflutter.)