Of My Moleskine Notebook

I’ll look back at this one day. I might remember that it was hurried, after prayers. Or the day that I first walked into Silverfish books; or the day we finished our exhibition for school; and I finally did some justice to Darwin with paper cuttings and posters;or my dad’s second day of retirement; or that I suddenly could write again; or that the whole Harry Potter ordeal was to be over the next day. Or that I cheated by two minutes due to looking for a Kamigoroshi article to post up. Grrrrrrr.

I’ll look back at this one day. Maybe.