Whenever I feel a moment, I scratch it down into my notebook, recreating it in lines and words and a tiny picture on a rounded-corner page. Supposedly I'm a dreamer. I like to think I'm a recorder, adding my own hand to reality and putting it down as I see it. It's not a crime to represent the world as you see it, and I like to fixate upon certain things, staring until their details are impounded into my memory, never to be forgotten, even as they lie sprawled across off-white paper and are held together with a black elastic.
I'll never stop putting life down in books.