HOW A FONT TAUGHT ME TO SEE

HOW A FONT TAUGHT ME TO SEE

October 11, 2025

 

It’s amazing how time travels in different ways.  

When I was thirteen or fourteen, I used to write songs.  
I’d fill notebook pages first, then move to the computer  
and rewrite everything in Courier.  

I didn’t choose it for style,  
I used it because that’s how I first saw lyrics online.  

There was a site called ohhla.com,  
a library of rap verses typed line by line in Courier:  
Artist. Song. Album. Then the words.  

I’d scroll through Nas and others, learning by reading.  
Every word took up the same space.  
Every pause had weight.  
Silence looked like something.  

Those pages taught me more than rhyme.  
They taught me how attention feels  
when it’s written down,  
how alignment can become its own kind of music.  

That same cadence lives in my work now,  
the spacing between things,  
the pause before something begins,  
the shape of what’s left untouched.  

Courier still reminds me, and so does Malik,
how time can travel differently
when you slow down enough to see it.