Candle at the window
A single flame between me and the glass. Outside, the city performs its usual brightness.
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Short vignettes with images — moments caught between the longer essays and the daily notes.
Ink and paper
The nib catches slightly on the fibre — a resistance I have learned to welcome.
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Notebook margin
I drew the lamp instead of describing it — a quick contour, three lines, the shade as a half-ellipse.
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Typewriter detail
The Remington's keys are yellowed and unevenly worn.
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Rain on glass
The city becomes abstract when viewed through water.
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