It’s funny, you pull one pen out of a jar at a stationary store and it has that rubber ballpoint protector on the end, and then you pull another pen out and it doesn’t have that tip and you’re able to test it on the paper strip that they provide. It feels like coincidence. That somehow you know the second pen doesn’t have a tip on it. Perhaps a simple example of the universe's "quantum physics."
This time of year, there’s a lot of dead leaves on the ground. Recently I walked by a house on Clinton Street that had a huge sunflower growing on the front lawn one summer. That sunflower is gone now, but a patch of matted leaves remains where it used to stand. I wonder if the sunflower is still underground.
- End of October
It feels like I am aimlessly wandering and spending money between my frequent visits to Mark's, escapades to Wonder Pens, and travels to Eaton centre. I've started to think more about my creative pursuits, such as how to plan out my Hobonichi weeks, A5 planner, and NaNoWriMo. In between these musings, the ongoing pressure of applying to jobs is haunting me. I told myself I needed a break, because I just spent the middle of October moving and setting up a new job and my new space, etc. But somehow, the feeling keeps returning.
Here are some news headlines on my birthday. Perhaps I should do this every year to capture the state of the world where I spend my (n+1)th birthday.
