i woke up this morning and the first thing that came to my mind was that there is a new moleskine waiting for me on the table. i had to buy a new one. last night i unexpectedly finished the one that i have started in january it took me eight months to get through the first half, less than two months to finish the whole thing. there’s no sense in my rhythm of writing.
i’m going to have a coffee in a starbucks with my father before i go to work. this could be a beautiful day.