a binding not abiding

i--i wish there was a simple way to have a paper copy of obsidian's notebook to carry in my pocket. or somehow--so if the computer eats her words on me i'll still have them.

in parts i want to know if this is possible, but then, i know anything might be. i just wish it could happen lightly, like a gift i wrap for myself.

i would really miss --...something...-- without it.

daydreaming of swapped print swatches of color. ar...

i also a little less so but -- wish i knew how to be some tiny part of it. i don't know how to hold a conversation. i falter.

drawing on nothing,
didn't form anything
but that's just my itty bitty problem,
thinking...perhaps i'll stitch things together once i've internalised some more.