I have the originals from my childhood. Been stored away in my mom's basement. Nothing of any real value cause the print runs were in the millions then. I could replace them pretty easily. They just happen to be the ones I bought with money from a paper route.
Notebooks are not anything special to look at. Various shapes and sizes, mostly dollar store varieties. I had one stolen back when I lived away. I'm still pissed. If I had the means, I'd offer a bounty on those books.
They've been gone 7 years. I mourn them.
I just mean it's my writing. My words and thoughts engraved in time. That's what I made.
Yeah. Or, alternatively, I hope that what I wrote inspired someone to act.