Year 1: Wizardry

Excerpt from essay on my GSW journal:

"Every bookstore held hundreds of journals. There were small black books with dingy white pages. Some were oversized with brightly colored paper spilling out. It was aisle after aisle, store after store of journals. I must have inspected a million of them. Just as I was about to give up I found what I was looking for.

I think I saw me before I saw it. My eyes were suddenly drawn to it. The moment I laid eyes on it I knew I was meant to be mine.

It’s covered in a beautiful batik dyed fabric. Swirling colors dance in shades of mauve, gold and the deepest purple. Spirals make their way from one end to the other. Inside of this dancing cover is smooth, white, unlined rectangular paper. The best part is it smells like summer."

Tuesday, May 16, 2006