This one from the 1970s. Left behind by my father.
Periodically I feel the urge to dig through his old journals. Once I typed them all into the computer and made a website out of them. I’m not sure why. I thought maybe I’d be free of a certain burden if I did that. But they’re still there in the closet, and we have moved them from home to home.
Do we study the decline of our ancestors in order to avoid continuing it? If so, why do I spend so much of my own time typing?
I should probably give them away to an aunt.