9 September 2019
I’m pretty sure it’s not normal to start salivating when faced with stationery. Pretty sure. I know we stationery people are weird, but not that weird. Maybe it’s because I have swapped ring doughnuts for ring binders, I don’t know. Half of pleasure is anticipation. And a large part of anticipation is potential. The “what if.” I look around at the notepads and the leather-bound journals and the accordion files and imagine them filled with potential.