Wednesday, April 28, 2004
That first page is the hardest.
"Maybe [he] was thinking, this new notebook, this is the one. It's the golden notebook, even though it's red. And this new pen. It's the one. Now, finally, I will write. I will write every day."
In my office, blank books in stacks. Writing as defilement. Uselessness is worse. Blank they are potential. Filled they are used up. Abandoned are they hopeful yet?
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