It’s my birthday today, I’m 32 years old, and I’m sitting in the heartland of America, the very center/centre of this country; a nondescript hotel in a city made of hotels, Anaheim, California. I’m here for Disneyland.
After crossing the little gate yesterday into the happiest place on Earth I found the scale of this grand illusion to be utterly mind boggling. And no matter how cynical you might be, no matter how goth you are, there’s not a cynic alive who can walk down Main Street without a big dumb smile on their face. It’s simply impossible.
So here’s a short one for you all today in celebration of some tiny type things that I spotted in Disneyland today. Next weekend I’ll be back for hot takes and more typographic drama. I’ll see you then.