And volatility by more volatility.
There's a stack of composition books in my room at home, containing
notesthoughtspoemsnewspaperclippings
dreamsnightmareslettersticketstubs
lyricspenpencilcoloredmarkercrayons
from my tenth year onward. As my handwriting became smaller, the more things fit into one book.
Composition books: perfect size, perfectly bound, preciously fresh. But never fussy. Those beautiful red notebooks and leatherbound things with the little carving of dragonflies and colored lines. I am always so afraid of ruining them with my scribbles. Composition books, after you break in the first few pages, they start to feel softer and worn and friendly. Blankets of soft down where the the feathers migrate from one corner to the other, creating lumps in just the right places.
It's about time to get a new book, about twenty something pages left in this current one carried around since June. Taped and glued together a collage of crumpled wrapping paper and magazine clippings.
Trolling CurvedWhite, came across skrov, which has these awesome project ideas. Some a lot more feasible than others. This slanted notebook rule is all kinds of awesome. My new notebook might take to a little personalization like that, yeah?
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a.vo
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