Never forget a clue when you are on your next secret mission with this handsome small notebook. This portable book can fit comfortably in a pocket, and has dotted pages for your more elaborate schematics. The cover was inspired by "Nebula," a poem written by Noire, grade 10, an 826CHI student.
When I am alone, I dream of nebulae; interstellar matter embracing open clusters of newborn young stars waiting for their place in constellations. I envy the way the stars are never cold or alone or how they know they’ll become useful someday and possibly become a breakthrough for the scientists exploring for solutions to the mysteries in life. To them, the answer could be found in gas clouds full of colors found in an overly enthusiastic kindergartner's pencil case.
Dear kid who excitedly bought the 64 pack of crayons: I hope you connect the dots to your constellation. And while you’re at it, I kindly request that you draw one for me too. When I dream of nebulae, I become aware I am alone. It’s not a sad life, I often whisper to myself, bitterness dripping with every syllable. It’s an acquired taste. Just like my love for nebulae.