i sat in front of my laptop, just about to pixel down a piece of story i scribbled during one of those grey, almost-winter train travels. when i opened the notebook, i found a note written in april nearly two years ago. i remember it. the notebook was way too expensive but it was sunday evening, everything closed - i had no choice. that's how i became a loony owner of a blue notebook with a white symbol of bird on its cover and translations of "bird" right underneath.
and so i started writing with a black pen. i wished it was my favourite one, with ink of rainy colour, as i use to call it. it's blue. a special kind. rainy. mine.
ptak bird oiseau uccello vogel
