I was jotting in my journal the other day before the lecture started, and a friend of mine joked and said that when I get to the end of the notebook and finish it, I should take it to the library and surreptitiously tuck it in among the books. And maybe one day, someone would eventually come across it accidentally, and take it from the shelf, and read it, and what a mysterious wonder it would be to discover it.
I wish I could bring myself to do this. I'm far too attached to these records of my life that I keep to do it. But I can't help but feel how incredible it would be. Maybe I'll get a smaller notebook one day and really do it. I'm drawn by this idea. It even reminds me a little of PostSecret.
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