A suitcase of old journals. Old as in disintegrating. From university and high school. Written on lined paper in Duo-Tangs. I read from them randomly. It's excruciating, fascinating, and tedious.
Here are some notes from 1986:
- I will remember this day always. (I have no memory of that day whatsover. )
- To prevent letters from being steamed open: seal with egg whites. (Who did I think was steaming open my letters?)
- Literary theory is really out of control. (After being made to read Of Grammatology.)
- I don't really have any great goals, except to be happy and to be good. (Still applicable.)