The night had long since hung, it’s life chittering outside closed windows. He’d spent hours hunched over his deck, cursing it’s every wobble, while scribbling wildly every note he deemed important.
I have a hoard of notebooks, only two or three pages filled, former ambitions scattered between them, I wish I was someone who kept a diary because I would like to read it. But when things are happening, there’s no time to write and when there’s time to write, there is nothing to say.
The notebook was lying in a puddle, absorbing the water from the body of water. I yelled at the man who had dropped it, but he was lost in the crowd. I picked up the book and tried to dry off the pages. The words were written in water soluble ink and they were starting to run. I noted a series of formulae and had no idea what they related to, but then stopped. I saw my name.
The night had long since hung, it’s life chittering outside closed windows. He’d spent hours hunched over his deck, cursing it’s every wobble, while scribbling wildly every note he deemed important.
I have a hoard of notebooks, only two or three pages filled, former ambitions scattered between them, I wish I was someone who kept a diary because I would like to read it. But when things are happening, there’s no time to write and when there’s time to write, there is nothing to say.
The notebook was lying in a puddle, absorbing the water from the body of water. I yelled at the man who had dropped it, but he was lost in the crowd. I picked up the book and tried to dry off the pages. The words were written in water soluble ink and they were starting to run. I noted a series of formulae and had no idea what they related to, but then stopped. I saw my name.