I dedicate today’s post to my current notebook. The poor thing is falling apart – pages falling out, bind is tearing, ink is smeared. To top it off, there’s this huge oil stain running through the pages from a homemade pasta I took to work one day.
Basically, it’s the most beautiful object I own.
“There is nothing sleek or stealthy about my notebook. It’s a big clunky one, much too big to tuck into my back pocket for a hike or a weekend drive.”
Breathing In, Breathing Out
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