From traveling abroad to just riding the bus into the Loop, writing has felt an intrinsic necessity. But that also means the physical act of writing, which appears to becomign extinct. Pen and paper, remember those? Well I do, and I try to carry my journal and some form of ink everywhere. Then, when the old man chewing gum on the side of the street while hunched over a newspaper with his faded hat in hand and elbow cocked against the brick of a Dunkin Donuts catalyzes inspiration – you’re off! Ah, there is nothing better than a completed journal entry and the feeling that your soul has been put just slightly more to rest. The soothing sigh of self-reflecting peace.
“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.” -Oscar Wilde