as i looked out the window of the train, watching the leafless trees pass by before a sunny sky once again, i realized what i had forgotten - my notebook. thinking about a million different things i had forgotten my most trusted companion on these trips. now, having crossed the first of many borders, "too late" was miles and hours behind me... i guess i'll have to use my telephone...
So i venture into the next adventure, distancing myself yet another step from the form of things, i allow myself to abandon calligraphy entirely (at least for the moment) and embrace the digital age... How ever will romanticism survive digitalization...
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