The old blue writing pad
In my home office area, lays an old blue writing pad, made of recycled paper, with a greeting of a small town I used to live. It is very old, I can’t remember when or why I bought it, all I know is that I have been using it as a long, never-ending, list of ‘to read’ books. In addition, I keep two even-older photographs in it, as if it was its shell of protection.
The list of ‘to read’ books is long, and I know I could have it online. However, looking back I think this writing pad has become a symbol. It is a list of books; books are objects with things written in it; a writing pad is used to write things; and so on.
Or maybe, it is a symbol because it represents an old me, in an old small town I used to live, back when I thought I had my entire life to figure things out. Back when I thought nothing could break us, because life was on track.
Until I figure which one of these is the reason why I keep it, I’ll just keep making my list.