|One of the numerous notebooks I use. I purchased this at the Kinokuniya Bookstore in NYC.|
Notebooks are personal pieces of ourselves; holding the rough narratives of our minds.
I find them to be more intimate than romance books because I get an exclusive peek into what a person's mind looks like when spread across pages. Ideas are rough, pages are layered with indecipherable scribbles, doodles have unrefined lines, words are unpolished, and clusters upon clusters of emotions clash into each other. Notebooks are diaries, sketchbooks, research logs...they can be anything. They're bodies without a soul until we give them one.
I wanted to share a few pages from my notebook. Take a glimpse at the ideas/thoughts floating through my brain!
I've been interested in the Korean language as of late, so I've been practicing the alphabet in my free time.
Some pages are dedicated to my handmade book shop, PikiThins. I generate countless lists and notes-from tasks, supplies, to brainstorming keywords for search engines-to keep the shop up to date. I'm always researching new ways to inject life into my shop! It's a great outlet to express my creative energy.
Dreams have become an important part of my life. They are a means to explore the person I've become through the metaphors they leave behind. I've gotten into a habit of recording them (that's why some of my writings have many misspellings. I'm usually half awake when I write my dreams down). I recorded over 100 dreams in 2013.
I admit, most of my dreams are nightmarish in nature. The writing shown here tells of a dream I had of being raped by two college students. Traumatized by the event, my friend helped me escape the college campus and create a new identity for myself. However, my friend was captured by those disgusting college students, and they forced him to ask me to return. I hadn't realized what trap I was walking into until it was too late.
Aside from dreams, I also jot down story ideas, occurrences I see on the street, and spur of the moment contemplation pieces. As you've noticed, I write very small! Can you imagine squeezing two rows of sentences into one college-ruled sized row?
Rough narratives-whether about dreams, ideas, or occurrences in life-sound more like it could be its own genre. Any thoughts on this?
If you were to share a page in your notebook, what would it be?