I knew I'd saved it.

I'm not the first, or the only, person to save pens and pencils that no longer write. Nor am I the first or only that also saves clippings and comics and whatever that remind me of these highly human foibles.

For some strange reason, even though I knew that I'd saved this comic, it took me an extraordinarily long time to find it. The trick was, of course, to look for something else. I found both, and even more pens and pencils that don't write.



  To: on losing, shedding and expiring - forms of detachment
To: A Digitized Life - main page