words. It's like, every time you turn a page there's another damn smear of ink, sentence
after sentence after sentence after. . . well, you get the idea.
But when you open one of these pocket-sized composition notebooks (they also come
in grids and blanks) from Scout Books of Portland (the Oregon one), your overwhelmed
eyes will finally get some peace. The only words here are on the label.
Of course once you buy them ($10 for a trio of the compositions, $8 for the others),
take them home, get cozy with them, whatever -- you can write or draw or rub anything
you want in there. And if the thought of all that ink really gets you down, try a pheasant
quill and a small bowl of lemon juice. Or, I don't know, brain rays?