Monday, August 23, 2010

Old notebooks and undying emotion.




I remember when small notebooks were a fixture in all my bags and purses and coat pockets. Gluing bugs till I was 10, writing  till was 17, drawing till I was 22, and maybe now bookeeping until my retirement. It was all about keeping thoughts and ideas and quite obviously people close to me, and knowing that they would go everywhere I went. I don’t have small notebooks anymore; I don’t need that weight on me these days. But it’s always comforting, isn’t it? Maybe someday I’ll need one of them again, along with the weight and solace they bring with them.

What and who do you keep in your notebooks?


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