I can’t remember when the last time was that Rianne puled me out of her backpack.
Days, hours?

De last time I have been used was when Rianne wrote a note about a advertising commercial, i’dont think it was necessary that she wrote that down because she already know this ad.

But there it is, the hand. Without paying attention to me she grabs me out of the smal corner of the backpack.

My name is stabile, and I’m more than over a year old. First I lived in a store with al of my family members an then Rianne adopted me.
It was the greatest moment of my life, she changed it. We have been together trough a lot.

Exams, projects, notes, ups and downs. Sometimes she gets angry on me if I don’t do my work right and run out of ink.

But today is the day that we start something new together.

She starts writing, Social practice, performing radical.

What does that even mean? I don’t know, I will see.

Ah there it is, she uses me to write down the word of the teachers who explain what this course is about.

She writes and writes and then there is a moment of silence.

A long silence, where is she?

Ah, she’s coming back.

She starts drawing, drawing? Do you think this is drawing Rianne? It’s more like ruining my life. I wil run out of ink soon if you keep going like this.

But it’s fine, I love my human so it’s oke.

Her drawing is finished. I hear her speaking about a mental map. She drew her happy place on a big piece of paper.

I’m very tired right now. But that’s okay.

I had a great time and am great full that she choose me.

There is her hand again. She gently pulls me up and brings me back to the corner of her backpack. I think she is done for today.

I wonder how long I can rest,


Before I can again make Wonderfull things together.