Technically I should be reading some Bruno Schulz prose right now but I was thinking about a conversation I had with Michelle the other day about sketchbooks, and the wonderfully tangible quality of life they contain. I was perusing a couple of my old sketchbooks from high school recently and couldn't help but notice the very acute memories they recall.
Little contexts and circumstances and sentiments; all processes of the journey.
I hope to get back into that soon.
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