A while ago, a brand new Moleskine was left in our mailbox. A great mystery, and I waited for the real owner to come to us, but when no one claimed it I decided to keep it for myself. I owed it to the great mystery to put it to good use and so I started sketching in it. Illustrating my thoughts on the day, illustrating inspiring quotes, pasting in magazineclippings. I haven’t used it as much as I wanted to. For some reason, the more ideas and plans I have, the less comes out of my hands. What’s up with that?