The prettiest one is still blank
You bought a beautiful one once. Cream pages, a spine you loved. It sat on the shelf. You never wrote in it because the first page looked too nice to ruin. That is the notebook doing this to you, not you. In the Momento the pages are refill inserts. Pull one out, start again, swap it for a fresh one for a few dollars. No page is precious. So you write on it.





