Anti abandons the internet.

the current spiral notebook that i scribble in when i am away from my computer is tucked behind the drivers seat of my truck, and it's one of my most prized possesions. as was the case with each and every spiral i ever had, owned, lost or destroyed. those lost pages are the original anti-blog archives. they don't even exist anymore; i lose everything in my life. i think for any serious writer, it is important to practice and appreciate the fine art of writing things out long hand. ball point pen against college ruled, white paper. the soul of the moment is captured better, because of the hand writing, the doodles in the margin, the occasional tear drop stain, the smeared cigarette ash, and the known fact that those pages would never be read by another soul. i found sanctuary writing and re-reading my private, personal honest, unedited thoughts. have you ever longed for the smell of pen ink smeared on the side of your hand?... its from from rubbing against all that freshly laid hand writing, it's hypnotic.

posted by John  # 2:58 AM