January 11, 2015 § 3 Comments
Finland 2007 moleskin journal, and the first scrawlings of a story that would eventually be my first published story in 2014.
Found in a box, hardly decipherable in parts, and quite unlike what it became, as far as I can read.
Pages smell strongly like linseed oil.
(But, also, I feel old tonight and wondering what I was doing for so long)