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Yeah. I remember a time when I adored fountain pens. My fingertips would sometimes be blue or if I was lucky, green. I also had a love affair with inks. I particularly loved Penguin ink in their squat bottles. Sometimes I would use a fountain pen with them without an ink cartridge, just dipping. I loved the way the nibs glided on the paper and the ink went on so smooth, almost like a ribbon, or could be scratchy and spotty. I can still feel that pleasure and sense of pointy grace-depending on what you were looking for.
These days though, I write with whatever is handy. Although over the weekend my friend Naomi gave me a pocket notebook and a new pen and I used them today to write something down. I made a point of using that specific pen with that notebook. I dont know, something about keeping them together.
I might recommend a new obsession for you that goes hand-in-hand with your inky obsession and will cost you nothing - a study of typefaces.
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