somewhere, smiling :)

i left my pen at home today.
my beloved, black muji 0.5 millimeter pen.
laying idle, on my table, with so much potential.
its life dreadfully near the end as it is,
today it missed happy thoughts in a new country.
ok.

so,
i’ll soon need a new pen.
today,
i needed a new pen.
not just any pen…
my pen.

pen shopping,
in a country with
no muji.

the experience got me thinking.

it’s interesting,
the places in the world that
don’t have many pens,
or even pen stores.

today,
in uruguay,
the cute restaurant boy
had to search to find me a simple BIC to borrow.
i’ve never loved a BIC so much.
the blue color flowed beautifully.

i thought about the life of that pen,
having seen so many orders,
and was also nearing its end.

i thought about how we treat pens.
i found myself reflecting on intention.
i found myself feeling happy in places
where objects, like pens,
are admired, respected,
desired.

a place where pens don’t flow carelessly.
a place where pens don’t sit lifelessly.
a place where a pen has work to do.

maybe,
one day, i want to be a pen,
a pen in a nice place.

🌞🚶‍♂️🖋️
4. March 2026
Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay