usually attached to a clipboard. This morning it occurred to me that the practice has become impossible; it requires two free hands to start a new page, and in these newborn weeks I often have—at most—one. Today I am buying a spiral notebook. Who knows what weirdness will follow.
in that it made me generate metaphors silently to myself, most notably: I’m a giant bear riding a tiny tricycle of pain. I’m a giant bear riding a tiny tricycle of pain.