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Mind Milkdrop

Black then white are all I see in my infan­cy.
Red and yel­low then came to be, reach­ing out to me,
Lets me see.

—Tool, Lateralus

Inhale.

Colours are wash­ing over you. Drifting, shift­ing, twist­ing, chang­ing. No point of focus, no sol­id shapes. You feel the con­trast and graze the answers.

And this takes you to a place you’ve nev­er been, but always dreamed of. Where you’re bathed in hap­pi­ness, and you can see the warmth of the light. When you hear noth­ing but still­ness, and feel noth­ing but con­tent­ment.

And this pic­ture in your head is as real to you as your heart­beat. You become lost to this world when your eyes roll back and your head tilts back­ward.

Let me take you there.

In Between Class Days

It’s 4:30 in the morn­ing and I’m tired but I can’t sleep. Sometimes I like it when this hap­pens because I get up to do some­thing, and it feels so good to get back in bed when my eye­lids feel like they’re 20 pound weights. It’s only when I have to wake up ear­ly that this becomes a bad thing because when­ev­er it hap­pens I know I’m sleep­ing in.

The Mont Blanc

I’ve been dream­ing of get­ting a Mont Blanc for years, ever since I tried one out at a jew­ellery store back home before I bought it for my boss. I loved the way it felt in my hand, the per­fect weight, the bal­ance, the shine, the smooth­ness of the nib, the effort­less­ness of the writ­ing, the click of the cap, the ele­gant but time­less design. A few years lat­er, I went for a sur­prise vis­it to my old work­place, and when my boss went to sign some­thing he pulled out the Mont Blanc, my Mont Blanc, from his blaz­er pock­et. That made me hap­py.

The thing is, I could nev­er jus­ti­fy buy­ing one for myself; I would always tell myself to wait until I could cel­e­brate my grad­u­a­tion or mar­riage. My boss was a busi­ness­man, so he could use a nice pen to sign his con­tracts. Every time I’d pass the Mont Blanc dis­play in the mall I’d check out what the most cur­rent series was.

While I was in Hong Kong, I found a lit­tle shop sell­ing them at very low prices.

Then I real­ized that I had already grad­u­at­ed.

I bought a jet-black Meisterstück Classique Rollerball with plat­inum fin­ish right then and there, and my god how sweet it is. I can’t imag­ine using anoth­er pen for the rest of my life. Sometimes I put my hand in my pock­et and then real­ize, “Holy shit, I have a Mont Blanc in my pock­et”. So far, this is the only thing that I can think of putting in my will.

Sometimes I’d walk the streets of Hong Kong and see a guy sell­ing fake Mont Blanc’s, a bunch of them clipped to a cheap felt board. It’s as easy to spot a fake Mont Blanc as it is to spot a fake Rolex. The price I got mine for in the lit­tle shop was cheap­er by more than $150 CAD than the price in stores here. I want to get it engraved with my sig­na­ture but it costs $120 to send to the Mont Blanc main head­quar­ters, which is fuck­ing insane (it’s a cool process though, where they take four of my sig­na­tures, then mix and match the best parts of each to come up with the engrav­ing). I sup­pose that for some­one who’s buy­ing a pen from the Meisterstück Solitaire Platinum line, $120 is almost noth­ing. I’m con­sid­er­ing my next Mont Blanc pur­chase as a foun­tain pen from the new super sweet Starwalker series Resin Line, but that’ll be some­time far into the future.