This pen is powerful, it commands respect. Not respect for one’s own self, but for the possibility of Truth, for the possibility of Art, and that of Love. Trespassers, who don’t respect the pen, who don’t understand the pen - maybe out of ignorance, or maybe out of greed - do not go unseen. The pen sees them. The pen feels them. The pen writes their lies with clarity and tells their stories without question, providing them the illusion of control. They fill pages and notebooks as the months p...
