A preponderance of words
pressed onto page upon page
One hundred years of journals for a life half that long To wit, a startling number of blank notebooks traveling across time from desktop to shelf to box in a cellar only to re-emerge: a practical curiosity what was it I wanted to say? among these finds also greeting cards unused still waiting to say Happy Birthday or Thank You in mint condition with an uncertain future stationary stationery - a memoir Why is life like a junk drawer stuffed full of minutiae? my miscellany runneth over keys, stamps, coins, love letters antacids, business cards, memory stick AAs, safety pins, expired warranties erasers and pens, bank statements. In the end, there will come The Great Disposal Until such a time journals will fill and be lost journals will be bought and set aside journals will be kept and leafed through journals will be my junk drawers for the duration.