01 · Ubud
The Notebook Comes First
My phone does four things. Calls, texts, holds a list of names, takes a photograph that looks developed in a drawer. It cannot tell me what anyone thinks of me. That is the whole point.
For years I said I was a writer who had not published yet. A comfortable way of saying I was not one.
So the notebook fills between six and six, and whatever survives the walk back gets typed here, unsoftened.
morning, the page is empty
by noon it has an opinion
by six it has a shape I did not choose