I’m not sure where I stumbled upon this, but it wasn’t so long ago and immediately thought of someone whose love of fonts and typography is quite special. Then I discovered I ride twice every day past the Buchstabenmuseum, and so thought to bring it here as I am quite enjoying type at the moment and wish I had more time to write. Of course these small relics of a city touch me somehow. I wonder about the gradual change or decay from signage serving a purpose, information, advertising, to becoming somewhat an emotional fabric of this place in the city. (And a perfect accompaniment might be die alltägliche Nachkriegsarchitektur in Berlin.)