11 years ago I found the perfect notebook, hidden in a tiny bookstore. Wherever I went, that notebook followed. 

For 5 years, everything I loved, thought, wanted to make, existed there. One cloudy day in the noisy México City, an unexpected river of water came onto the 5th floor, it was barely 11am and everything was lost. 

I had to make a report listing all the damages and include an approximate value. Next to notebook it read invaluable. 

I never owned anything like that again. 

I hope some of those ideas find their way back here one day.