Since I’ve read about this brand of notebooks called Moleskine, I wanted to buy myself one. You know, just for the heck of it. I love notebooks. The classic ones, the pretty ones, the stationery-like ones, the leather-bound smart-looking ones. But, as with many other people I know, I don’t really write on them. I mean I love the idea of writing – the physical action of moving your hand that holds a pen over a piece of paper so that your thoughts can manifest. But whenever I hold those crispy, white pages in my hands, I can’t make myself defile them by my awful handwriting.
You can argue that a notebook computer is the better way to go. Sure it’s more pricey but its functions are way more diverse that I shouldn’t have bothered to compare. But then again, that’s exactly why the idea of writing on a notebook is so enticing – it’s basic, it’s time-honored, and it’s how my favorite poets worked in their time. Ah, well, I think I’m gonna buy myself a Moleskine now.