Notes on Ongoing Efforts to Ameliorate My Shitty Handwriting

My notebooks, currently: an illegible repository for thoughts/thoughtflashes vanquished in the act of putting pen to paper, thoughts never to be viewed again, my shitty handwriting the unbreakable cypher between the personal and the prying (the latter of which’ll probably never exist).

But: in the wake of my newfound adoration of fountain pens (I avoided using them because of the myth that I somehow allowed to take hold that they weren’t amenable to southpaws) and subsequent discovery of an h...