Notebook

Made from death and sold with a dismissive intent. Bound and tied together then boxed and shipped. Lying on a shelf surrounded by replicas it catches the eye of a lonely and inspired sole who takes it home. Living on a desk, then in a bag, and in the hands of this person. Containing the thoughts and dreams, the doodles and drawings of a person looking for an outlet. Eventually, over time it holds characters in a world of their own. It becomes not just paper and ink, it becomes what this person will call their draft, their stories, and their diary. Then it sits on a shelf, then in a box, and then in a garage, because this person has found something they like more....a fresh holder of their mind and heart. A computer...