Friday, 29 July 2011

reading old journal entries

I forced myself to open this box when I needed to find some details that are going into the manuscript I'm working on.  The box is deeper than it looks, in more ways than one.  
I was pleased to see my writing from years ago is lucid and rounded, but pained by past experiences.  Maybe I should hand this stuff over to someone else.

These moleskins are filled with champagne filled nights when I was making the transition from Florence to Paris.  Most of it looks like chicken scratchings.

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