the itch to hand write sometimes becomes insurmountable, the thirst to see your strokes, the slant of your ls and js, the symmetry to which your written lines fall into, the gentle undulations made by your letters against the blank page, it all has something akin to breaking open a fresh bottle of wine, walking in a virgin snow, drawing in a blank sheet of page and witnessing the seepage of the ink into the fabric of the paper, which blots and follows the path charted by the nib, the absolute close vision!
and then you withdraw, step back and see the entire picture at large...
the itch to hand write sometimes is a bewitching process
and then you withdraw, step back and see the entire picture at large...
the itch to hand write sometimes is a bewitching process
