Not bad for a five-year old pen that’s seen me through several beaches, countries, relationships.
Scuffed, oxidized, patinated, beautiful.
I have always liked dragons. Phoenixes come close.
I think it’s only when you’re on the other side of young that you can say, yes, things do look better with age. I love new and shiny, don’t get me wrong. But there is room, more than enough, for the well-loved.
We grow more conscious of history as we have less time to make ours. Every time I make something with my hands, it is a little push against the tyranny of time.
The ink is most likely R&K Scabiosa.
I am listening to Steely Dan as I write this. I’ve been listening to them since I was in college, and even then, they weren’t new and shiny. “Daddy don’t live in that New York City no more, he can’t get tight every night, passed out on the barroom floor. Daddy can’t get no fine cigar, but we know you’re smoking wherever you are.”