Journal Entry – #001

17Feb2005

And so it starts – a diary, in which my thoughts shall be engraved for posterity. That is, if I don’t rip it apart first. I shall write it in any way & language I fancy, after all, it’s mine, posterity be damned, for I shall have none! These thoughts are never to leave these sheets unless, of course, someone wants them to. In fact, after it’s written, I will have no power whatsoever over this diary – if I can, if I remember, I’ll hide it; after I’m dead, pity – or over my life, since I’ll be dead by the time someone reads it. At least in spirit, feeling an ominous shiver, unconscious that someone’s reading my diary.