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Today the universe appeared as moderately tetchy, the balance of existence having cambered towards coffee and wine and away from early nights of good sleeping. Also a plague of mould had ruined some agreeable leather sandals, requiring all the shoes of the household to undergo vigorous cleaning. Complete tetchiness is inhibited by the force of satisfaction: the new shelf has stuff on it: properly sorted out folded up stuff, in plastic boxes as yet untouched by dust. The house shifts towards a state of pleasant living.
Symbolic activity peaks on the opening of a pristine notebook.
Does anything sing like clear space?
Uncluttered words, I write: emulous.



Comments

The Cranky said…
Two of my favourite things; an pristine notebook and an unused pen.

Why is it we so love the ephemeral?
3 January 2013 at 22:29
Lisa Southard said…
Kind of fools for the future, maybe? Or because it reminds us of the importance of the present moment? Oddly, I prefer a used pen- I like the history of it. And above all- quirks are fun! :-)
3 January 2013 at 23:09
Lily1959 said…
I love putting ink onto a pristine, bright clean piece if paper. It is a special moment to be savoured. XX
4 January 2013 at 00:29
Suze said…
'Complete tetchiness is inhibited by the force of satisfaction'

Yummy words.

'Does anything sing like clear space?'

NO.

Happy new year, Diamond Lils.
5 January 2013 at 04:15
Lisa Southard said…
Elizabeth- I haven't written in it yet, still anticipating!
Happy New year Suze: wishing plenty of clear space singing for you too :-) xx
5 January 2013 at 12:11
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