Mapping imprints in the world around us

A red pen on a white background.

A red pen

I write with this pen to remember the hours it takes.

What is it?

Pen from my grandfather, selected by my mother; a family of page-dreamers.

Why does it matter?

Ever since I knew my grandfather he would sit at his small desk and write every night, pen to paper, finding his way through his narrative and memories. I write with this pen to remember the hours it takes.