sketchy

The other day I got a sketch pad. I hadn't used a proper one since school and the smell of paper and feeling of "deflowering" the pristine white paper was indeed reminiscent of beginning the new term with a stack of new notebooks. Back when "notebook" was not automatically associated with some snazzy little gadget, remember?

The sensation of imprinting lines of varying depth and luminosity on the coarse paper was almost sensual and tickled awake a passion I had almost forgotten existed.