Three days ago, a friend showed me his attempt to formulate a personal manifesto on literal paper, like I did many years ago.

Two days ago, I saw a very nice agenda in our local stationery store, that can be used as a personal journal.

Yesterday, mom lent me one of her modern fountain pens. It's so much nicer than those I learned to hate in primary school. Another thing to rediscover and finally enjoy.

This is how magic happens. But damn, I need my glasses.