"It was like the scratching of a pen,//The silence of the night writing in its diary." -- Charles Simic, from "Factory"
And what do you think he's writing? A poem? A journal entry? Thoughts for a paper or essay? A love note?
It looked like a journal to me. What impressed me was how intent he was. Nothing seemed to distract him from the page. Ah the dedication of youth!:)
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