Thursday, 11 May 2017

Fuckme, I have about twenty various - all glorious - empty notebooks on a shelf above me, each waiting for ... I don't know what ... and when I sense it is time to start carrying around a tiny notepad to write down random snippets or thoughts that occur to me on bike rides, they all feel too special to be bothered with such trivial affairs. 
      They are all just so very damn beautiful. 
      Much like this, but paper: