I went to my room and tried to rearrange some things I managed to save from the flood [two months ago] by putting and piling them on top of the tall cupboard when the water started to come into the house. Some ‘aaaawww’s and ‘youhuuuuu’s followed. I found some precious books I thought I had lost. And…my [until that flood in February] latest journal!
It’s the kind of journal I really like, actually. It’s not a ‘dear diary’ kind but I put ‘founds of the day’ which were mostly cuttings from magazines or the internet [articles, pictures, words] that caught my attention that day. Then I put some notes about what I experienced that particular moment I wrote, and my own drawings. Such a precious scrapbook from my bygone days.











