I dropped my 2015 Limited Edition Lamy Al-Star Copper Orange in a parking lot today. By the time I realized I’d lost it and retraced my steps it had already taken that last voyage over the Styx. Unless Charon pocketed it, the bastard. I couldn’t even salvage the aftermarket extra-fine nib from the ruins: it’s scratched all to hell and tears up the paper if I try to write with it.
This is my sole complaint about the Hobonichi journal cover: the pen loops are way too big. Pens just aren’t secure.
Now I get to choose another everyday carry pen from my embarrassingly large selection. I have so many fountain pens I own a zip-up leather pen case just to hold them all. I own too much of everything. I am an example of what’s wrong with late-stage capitalism. I need to give some away. Losing one was good, but it would have been better to let it find a new home.
I need just one cherished pen, right? And to learn to look after it more carefully.