One of the many manic but truthful confessions I will carefully
print into a Moleskine notebook, only to rip it out and re-write it because I
used the wrong pen, or formed a letter imperfectly, or spaced the words
unevenly. You can’t use white-out in a Moleskine – the slightly textured,
off-white pages give you away immediately. Besides, if you’re going to leak all
your inner pain onto a page in hope that it will somehow stay there instead of
leaping back down your throat, you don’t want something as crude as white-out
involved.
...
“You are beautiful
like a thunderstorm.”
This one was for a long-lost lover. I was quite proud of
this quaint little simile at the time. He was exciting and unpredictable in a
way that made it impossible to do anything else while he was around – rather like
a storm. He wasn't quite as pretentious as I was – he would have chosen Spirax
over Moleskine to save money. But he was beautiful, that much was true. Far
more beautiful than I was equipped for. When he left I realised I’d had an avalanche sitting
on my chest for six months.
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