This is my Moleskine notebook. I have a number of Moleskines in any number of formats and sizes, but this is the only one that matters. I purchased it four years ago. It contains notes, sketches, recipes, hand-drawn maps, addresses, phone numbers and countless half-formed thoughts written in moments of inspiration or intoxication. So much information, in fact, that I have exhausted the available writing surface. The notebook is set to be retired this week; an identical Moleskine will replace it. The pages of the new notebook will slowly fill, the spine will deteriorate and everything will start anew.