Tuesday, August 10
I've been reading
Isabelle, a biography of Isabelle Eberhardt, and recently I read
Danse Macarbre, a biography of the French medieval poet, Villon. This has made me start thinking about writing my own autobiography. It's a grandiose notion - who on earth would want to read it, besides maybe Rory? What insight does my so-far short life have to offer the world? I think my main aim would just be document things so that I didn't forget them, I'd be writing primarily for myself, and thus I could be far more honest. And I find I'm forgetting so much these days, and I'm never sure if things I remember are true memories or fabrications my brain has created. By writing down what I think I remember, I can at least capture it before it slips away completely.
This is all well and good I suppose, if only I could halt my mind from already composing it, planning it out, selecting which bits to tactfully gloss over. I need to sleep and my mind won't let me rest.
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