I started making this diary in January 2020, using an ordinary black felt-tip pen (0.2) and (sometimes) wooden colors, also ordinary, like the ones I used in elementary school. The diary is unintentional and mostly meaningless,1 like a simple meditation. My friends convinced me to scan it and upload it here. Some say it reminds them of encrypted data streams, others read them as obsessive footprints of epidemic isolation. Some have tried in vain to interpret them. There is nothing to interpret: that's why I drew them, so that I wouldn't have to think.
There is a total of about thirty such pages. I will upload them slowly, one by one, as I find time to scan and edit them. In the meantime, new ones are likely to emerge. There are still empty pages in the notebook. ■