Square cahier


I’ve convinced myself I can only write on graph paper. I’ve also convinced myself that I need to be able to write down anything at a moment’s notice. Though this pocket-sized ‘cahier’ is suited to the task, I don’t use it that often.

My name and address are on the inside front cover just in case. A previous incarnation of this notebook fell out of my jacket, and there were no clues to associate that notebook with me. Not that that’s a bad thing. The content of this book is pages of perhaps-not-that-interesting rambling.

Much like you are reading now. An example:

If God is an H2O mop, then religion is an informercial. If the product is so effective, why the hard sell?

And so forth. I pity whoever found this book’s sibling. And I wish I had it back.