Journal Entry – 21/11/1998
Just closing my eyes and being at least honest to myself about my thoughts.
On the front of a newspaper: another loss of innocence. The person next to me is marking primary school classwork.
Maybe to escape, to break from the inwardness. To find new areas to write into, to run into (or from). This page has ceased to be an environment for ideas, for anyone. And who am I now? A presumed me? An overt me – the one they all know? To find a new voice which – by its very dishonesty gets closer to the truth. Can I write away the tension in my neck? Can I make the world in my image – or find instead a new world. I know I shouldn’t be afraid: all is all and always was.