TO LIVE FOREVER

November 21st, 2023 |  San Francisco, CA

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Pain.

Earl St Clair, A man who’s surely felt more of it than most.

Been listening to a lot of him lately. I can hear it. In his voice. Pain.

New Day is currently playing as I write this entry. I realize now that I have such an obsession with notebooks. There’s something… dutiful, about them.

Intentional.

The act of buying one. The wonder of finding one. 

Old thoughts. Old pains. Old loves. Old lives. 

New yous. 

Alive. To live forever, on pages that must one day become dust. Like you.

Just like you. 

I find myself asking a question. And even the question feels vain. 

Who will outlive the other? Me? Or my pages?

Will the memory of me outlast the things I’ve written. Does it even matter? If one succeeds, are they both intertwined? The same? Does it even matter?

This notebook is small. I shall make it big. And I’m not greedy, I’ll share. So that you can know where I keep it all. 

Right here.

And I won’t be shy about it either. Because I’m working on it. I’m working on a lot of things.

Wish me luck.