This is me. Well no, not really. I am not really a notebook, but a proper person with head and body, hair and eyes and hands and stuff. But notebooks and pens best represent the part of me that is here. I love my pens and my notebooks, especially the paper ones. Let me loose in a stationary shop and you will see what I mean. PAPER! Love it. To be honest, also like the silver thingy quite a lot. Sometimes it makes “beep”. The paper ones do not say anything. They only smile.
But nothing like a new, completely empty paper notebook… It is so full of promise. Full of opportunities. Full of nothingness waiting to turn into something. Maybe something nice.
So just picture me as the fingers typing on the keyboard. As the hand holding the pen. And if you need a physical detail: I am left-handed.