Between cold lead and warm wood. The smell of fresh offset ink and the weight of the composing stick in my hand, traveling timelessly into the past is a happy place for me. A place that knows no social constraints, no speed but the HERE and NOW. To live in awareness, to breathe in and to work something out, to create something on the foundations of typographic history. An idea, a concept, a text shaped into language. Playing, fonts, letterpress. Trying things out on each other. Finding and searching for shapes. Connecting with color. Clamping, letting go. The printing process starts. Rotating and rolling with a clack, it ends. Light pressure, white paper and silence. The ink dries slowly on the timeless paper. Feeling the letterforms clean their spaces and slowly watching them dry. Breathe in. Exhale. Timelessness.