Solid brass. Hexagonal grip. The kind of weight in your hand that tells your brain: this matters.
Here’s the thing nobody tells you about brass—it changes. Every scratch, every hour spent journaling or mapping out your week, it develops this patina that’s entirely yours. Two years from now, your pen won’t look like anyone else’s.
We laser-engraved something on the barrel because we couldn’t help ourselves: “Progress Over Perfection”
Call it a reminder. Call it permission to just start. Either way, it’s there when you need it.
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