Ink

"I don’t understand the moleskine obsession, of which I am a part. Little
hardcover black journals with a back pocket and a strap to hold them closed.
Brownie had one about two years ago, and I saw him write in it and became
obsessed. I’d forgotten about them just in time to walk into my school’s
bookstore and find a display. So I bought two. And I haven’t filled any, but I
am working on it and I’m just crazy for the little buggers.

I have
always, always preferred small journals. I hate large ones. I want something I
can stick in my pocket, even if it contains fewer words. Multiple volumes are
cooler looking on the bookshelf, anyway. And while I don’t get much use out of
the pocket, I will say that I used to hate the elastic strap and now I’m sold on
it. It’s nice to protect the pages of this book I’m pouring so much time and
energy into.

Ink is permanent. Ink is real. Ink refuses to hide mistakes,
instead forcing us to confront them. I see the construction of my soul outlined
by these ink splatters, the crossed out words and misspellings. I do not try to
hide from the ink’s record of my humanity…"

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Image: "khagpo Dru Tsa Umé"
By Nathanael Archer @ Moleskinerie/FLICKR

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