Broken pencil

So this is a premiere, a first. Writing, typing, touching small screen, handheld mobile literacy. I walked to the studio feeling tired, the news message of a group of writers empowering the position of the powerless by standing up and raise money, speaking out, is inspiring.
Yesterday I wrote (in Dutch) about the tools of a writer. Today I continue, holding this little digital device in one hand, drinking my coffee, cup in the other. I intended to write about the pencil, referring to symbols carrying or contradicting the power of war. The broken rifle, and after ‘Charlie Hebdo’ the broken pencil. With the clock slowly reminding me of his ticking, strangely this never happens during the eve, I realize the day is full of potential, using the pencil as a tool to express whatever thought or image comes to mind.