Graphite and diamonds, soft and hard, and both carbon.

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How can the same marks on the same piece of paper conjure up both a moment in a walk in a valley in west Cornwall at noon the other day and turning a corner on the towpath of a canal in Hackney just after midnight 25 years ago?

But they do for me.

Is it something to do with the mood, the feeling of being lost, hope and fear, anxiety and resolve, and or the fragility and relational nature of memory formation and recovery?

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