I’m still heart broken. All of my stories and thoughts, lost to the aether.

But I planned for this, and on page one of my notebook is a message;

“If you found me alone, without a writer, Hello, you are my new writer. My purpose on this planet is to capture emotion and so that is what you will do. With a pen, and three of my pages, you will write, write to share your thoughts and stories. Write to share your hates and desires. Your loves. Then proceed to lose this book, on purpose, in public.”

The individual who finds the book has only three pages. Three pages? Three pages to tell a stranger anything they could ever want. In traditional ink and paper. The book commands to be left in public. In a coffee shop, a bar, the bakery.



The next day, someone new picks the book up, reads the first page hoping to find the writer. But they are the writer. They proceed as the book commands and writes about that time they fell in love with a total stranger, platform 2, 10:34 in the morning, on their way to work.

Months pass.

A stranger finds a dog-eared, coffee stained, swollen book on the edge of a seat in the last train home. They’re drawn towards the love that leaks between the pages. They read the first page. But the book is full. The book cannot stand the weight of any more emotion than it is already carrying.

The stranger takes the book home and reads. They read and they read, and they read it to their children. The children are captured by the mystery of the notebook.



Years pass.

New homeowners. They’re pulling up the floorboards as they are, like the book beneath them, old. Theres no more room in the notebook. But the folded pocket is full of paper, notes, love notes. Not to a person. But to the book. The book is loved. The brown notebook with yellow pages, who stayed up, and cried until 3 in the morning with the girl who lost her fiancé in a terrible accident, the book who laughed with all the children who enjoyed the stories about strangers wearing silly hats. The book who lived longer than it’s creator.



The book is loved.







Hello, You are my new writer.

