Is the same as yesterday’s, but I am not the same as yesterday. I felt thick and slow before and today I feel like an arrow chosen from the quiver. I bought some new ink for my fountain pens. Nibs are like arrows. They point to the page. The scrape and slide as they will finding the tao of metal and paper and the slickness between them. An email was sent and some more will follow. The heat seeps into my apartment and I am buoyant, even for a moment.
Ahmed Assam with Trader Joe’s Coconut Milk