Disambiguation: This is not a typewriter that belonged to Schrödinger. But it might have been. It may have belonged to or not belong to Schrödinger simultaneously.
Okay, this blog might hurt your brain a little.
The cat is out of the bag. Or moreover, the box, and is now being looked after by Anna Strad. Cats are her thing, after all.
So now we have Schrödinger’s cat out of the way, we have a box. A box with a typewriter now in it.
Now, if you’re not familiar with Schrödinger’s cat, you’re probably already finding this blog confusing. The premise is a simple theoretical experiment in Quantum Mechanics that implies that a cat in a box potentially exposed to circumstances that are toxic to it, can be witnessed to be alive or dead independently simultaneously by different people, but a single individual will not see both.
Sorry guys, that was just a really, really quick and dirty explanation which leaves a lot to be desired.
Anyway, here the toxic circumstances are – the efforts of Australia post and Deutsche post to handle and transport this typewriter over the last 23 days to me. Being that Munk and Richard Polt have both received pulped typewriters lately, it is clear that posting these machines poses a fatal risk.
I collected this machine from the local post office this afternoon. It feels light, and particularly well taped, but not padded.
So, peeking into the box from the comfort of your chair… Is the typewriter alive, or dead?