2004Aug14
[In margin: Look up mate]

Your concern is my concern.

I have sacrificed myself mostly through my words – such exhaustive use of sublime and evanescent energy. Thematic are the marks entropy, dissipation, and waste. Never, nobody, always; extremes. How did I become a Goddamned writer? All the sadness I just had to work through. And now what? – A crateful of binders like this one all crying out to empty space. The Book of Unforgotten Sorrows, indeed! Was there a book called that? They are unforgotten even in the crate, more so that these things have even been written down. What precious treasure – fit to be burned, if I want to be happy.