I stare at the notebook.  Inside it is white, empty, and full of nothingness, a vast expanse proudly absent of embellishments.  It seems to revel in its state which gives no hint of past, present, or future. It is profoundly neutral, non alarming, no signs of ever giving up or even starting anything for that matter.  It is deliciously blank, it is tempting to me, inviting me to mar its pages.