Friday 8 January 2021

A Worrying Development

This afternoon may have been the beginning of the end for me. I did something I've never done before. I took the first tentative step down the slope that leads to the abyss. 

I have wanted to for a long time, but until now I've exercised some self-control. The lockdown though, it affects us all differently, and for me it's eroded my defences. 

Which is how I found myself at the counter in a stationer's, handing over several hundred Hungarian forints in exchange for a bottle of green ink.

Yes, green. Is there any way back? 

If there is, do I even want to take it? 

Green is the new black:





4 comments:

  1. When I was in college, I often wrote with green ink. At this point, I have no idea why I started or when I stopped.

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    1. I love its brightness on the page. At this time of winter, brightness is definitely a boon.

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  2. For Wildean moments I have a Rose Cyclamen (Herbin). And a sober absolute brown. Our patriots bled green ink. Green commas fall like tears. I am unworthy.

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    1. "Green commas fall like tears" is beautiful. As to Herbin, I didn't know that it existed, but now that I do I can hardly wait for the shops to open tomorrow so that I can go and search for Rose Cyclamen.

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