Sticky Notes

Paper with glue on it. But sometimes, the difference between the life and death of an idea.

With a thought on the tip of my pencil, I sometimes feel like a smoking fiend, fumbling with shaky hands at a fresh, cellophane-wrapped package. You go through the same fervent picking and pulling at the wrapper to get your hands on a fresh one, whatever’s inside.

sticky notes

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