WELCOME TO BENEATH THE WHITE

 

I unscrewed the cap. A new Waterman with a gold-coloured nib, finally filled with ink. On the white page beneath the original sentence, I wrote:

Beneath the White. In the same handwriting.

The gentle sound of metal gliding over paper changed the silence. The golden nib left a dark-blue trail behind it, slowly seeping into the fibres. It wrote the first words of this text. An invitation to write out of passion. Into the intimacy of what remains beneath the surface. Yes. Beneath the white, we remain fully exposed.

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