I tend to be obssessed with details and have a habit of describing trivial matters with precision. That sounds a lot like Jo actually. But I should stop making parallels between she and I, parents and I, the past and the present. For those who are in search of consistency, parallels come down to those same, half-dried explanations. On top of that, the image of a dirty keyboard is not touching like that of the "weary old pen". And who am I to talk of being weary and old?

I think it's just the general difference between being alone in a city and in "10 square miles surrounded by reality".