The Archive of Daniel Mercer
The notebook was three inches thick and bound in black leather, and Daniel Mercer had been writing in it for eleven years. Every morning at 6:47 a.m., he sat at his kitchen table with a cup of black coffee and opened the notebook to a fresh page. He wrote down what he had done the day before—the meetings he attended, the conversations he had, the emails he sent, the people he saw on the street....
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