The long way back
by Martin
I always keep some small notepads around to sketch whatever or take some notes. It’s an old custom of mine, and because I always get the cheapest, most generic ones and tear off the cover, they all end up looking exactly the same. I keep a few around the house and carry one with me when I’m outside, or when I’m visiting someplace.
I’ve just grabbed the one on my desk to add a few notes to a sketch I started earlier and noticed the yellowing borders of the pages. I had used this pad over a decade ago on a trip to New York and then lost track of it, and I have no idea how it survived this long on its own or why it decided to become useful again.
This is one of the first pages; it’s a quick sketch of a guy who one afternoon walked into the coffee shop where I used to hang around in the Lower East Side, wearing a leather jacket with black wings taped to its back. He whispered something into a person’s ear, and left.
The note at the bottom reads: “It was fun until he turned around”.