on hindsight.

For some reason, I've been bringing my Muji notepad and ballpoint pen (0.7mm, which, by the way, I absolutely love to write with), along with me wherever I go. From my room to the car, to my work desk in the studio, and back home again. Funny thing is, apart from some scribbles, the pages haven't been filled in yet. It's almost as if I'm subconsciously waiting for something, some sort of inspiration to strike me to my knees which would then cause countless wisdom from ages past to inscribe itself into the pages. Something Paul-y, you know.

On hindsight, perhaps I should have written this entry down in the notepad.