Why I write
I take my notebook. This notebook. The lines are exactly the right width apart. The width of the page just right. The colour of the page is soft, not white. I take my pen. A good pen. This pen flows freely. This pen does not smudge. The nib rolls as if there were nothing in the way. I take my notebook and my pen because there is a voice in my head. If I don’t write it down the voice will come out my eyes. My voice might come out of your eyes. There is nothing more painful than my voice coming out of your eyes. It comes out of your eyes corrupted. You squander my voice by missing its colour. There is colour in my voice. The colour of my voice comes out my pen. I write, “pen” and “nib”. I write, “my voice comes out your eyes”. I write, “nothing more painful.” I sit back and feel an injury has healed. My pain comes out your eyes. My pain comes out my pen. Look at it. Look betwe...