The Handwriting Day was celebrated a few days ago, and I have been thinking ever since about
its significance for me. I grew accustomed to hitting the keys of my laptop (as
if they were one of Vlad Mușatescu’s Erikas – typewriters), but I still
enjoy taking notes on paper. When inspiration takes over me, I do not hurry to write in my laptop;
instead, I prefer to take notes on a piece of paper.
Surely,
I have ideas that were written down. I even boast about a journal. Or an agenda.
A very
special agenda, actually. It was bought from a stationer’s in Tulcea. A
stationer’s that was located near the printing house were my father used to
work. Now, in that building there’s a supermarket that brags about small
prices. I wonder if that stationer’s still exists. Maybe this is the reason why
I am so selective about the notes I make in my agenda. I try not to fill
it with my bagged and hieroglyphic writing. So that it could last longer.
I
opened the covers to see my notes. And here’s what I found.
No,
I don’t have a drinking problem. I just collect quotes that seem to have a
mantra value.
And the squirrel … . Well, the squirrel guides me as much as it
can.
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