11 years ago I found the perfect notebook, hidden in a tiny bookstore. Wherever I went, that notebook followed.
For 5 years, everything I loved, thought, wanted to make, existed there. One cloudy day in the noisy DF, an unexpected river of water came onto the fifth floor, it was barely eleven and everything was lost.
I had to make a report listing all the damages and include an approximate value. Next to notebook it read invaluable.
I never owned anything like that again.
I hope some of those ideas find their way back here one day.