Five Days in RednotebookMy madness transforms as I write it down in rednotebook. I don't know how long itʼs been since the last time I left the house, six days, maybe eight, to return some library books—Dickinson, Emerson, Didion, mostly unread.
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Senna
writer of video game lore, failed novels, and depressing poetry
Seattle, WA, United States
Selected work (4 publications)
Labyrinths in BluenotebookI stole some bluenotebook from the bookstore across the street, along with this pen and three books...because I am way too introverted to make it as a director.
On starting a bluenotebookThe chaos of hope and dread in writing a list of books to read: the optimism of a better person, the impatience of you.
Ashes in RednotebookI have torn out and set fire to every page I have written. I obscure myself—kept a few fragments.