[Little inky autobiography] Turning out primary school cursive. Desks with empty inkwell holes. August raincloud drawings. Letters every week to someone not seen for decades since. Biro racing across examination paper. Pens perched on pads on Trinity College doors: progenitor of Facebook. ‘King Ink’ at the Astor. Poems of crossings out. Collecting Winsor and Newton bottles. Boxes of nibs in op shops. Old Schools who signed typed documents with fountain pen. After horse riding into Wonnangatta, night sky of ink black. Umpteenth new refill for the library photocopier. Conference notes, shopping lists, post-it reminders. Playing The Ink Spots on YouTube.