Looking back at this page, I can recall exactly where I was and what event had unfurled to birth this page. I didn't draw the image. It was clipped from somewhere and repurposed on this page, shaped to tell a story and set as a remembrance for a specific moment in time.
"Superficial to understand the journal as just a receptacle for one's private, secret thoughts—like a confidante who is deaf, dumb, and illiterate. In the journal I do not just express myself more openly than I could do to any person; I create myself. The journal is a vehicle for my sense of selfhood. It represents me as emotionally and spiritually independent. Therefore (alas) it does not simply record my actual, daily life but rather — in many cases — offers an alternative to it."-Susan Sontag