{"id":174,"date":"2020-09-16T06:40:59","date_gmt":"2020-09-16T06:40:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/?p=174"},"modified":"2021-03-30T00:27:19","modified_gmt":"2021-03-30T00:27:19","slug":"remember-the-pause","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/remember-the-pause\/","title":{"rendered":"Remember The Pause."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"550\" height=\"550\" src=\"https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/remember-the-pause-550.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-175\" srcset=\"https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/remember-the-pause-550.jpg 550w, https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/remember-the-pause-550-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/remember-the-pause-550-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 550px) 100vw, 550px\" \/><figcaption>Photo by Zan Azahiro<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-drop-cap\"><strong>Many years ago, I stumbled upon a strange looking notebook in a stationery shop in London, England.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was small, maybe slightly bigger than the palm, consisting of paper in cream yellow, bound in velvety red leather with burnished edges.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I didn\u2019t know why, but I fell in love with it the moment I saw it. It had a certain air of rustic charm around it. I couldn\u2019t really describe it, but it looked simply magical. And it intrigued me even more when I saw the price tag: one measly pound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I picked the notebook up and flipped it open. My heart dropped when I saw dirty smudges of ink stains on many of its pages. <em>No wonder it\u2019s so cheap<\/em>, I thought. It was hardly new.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then, something caught my eye. On one of the inner pages, there was a cursive scribble on its outer margins in bright pink:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>\u201cRemember the Pause.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For some reason I didn\u2019t quite understand, those words had resonated with me deep in my soul. At that moment, owning that book suddenly became important to me. I didn\u2019t know why. Buying it just felt right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Heeding my instincts, I grabbed the notebook, walked to the shopkeeper and handed him a quid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And that was how it got started.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Many years ago, I stumbled upon a strange looking notebook in a stationery shop in London, England. It was small, maybe slightly bigger than the palm, consisting of paper in cream yellow, bound in velvety red leather with burnished edges. I didn\u2019t know why, but I fell in love with it the moment I saw [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/174"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=174"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/174\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/zanazahiro.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=174"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}