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January 9, 2005

I don’t even know if this makes sense, but it makes sense to me and it came to me before I went to sleep:

I have come up with the conclusion that things can definitely change for the “I” that metamorphosis into “me”. “I” as in something other than “me” someone other than “myself” of course. Anyway, as I was saying, my theory: It is not only intricate, but it has made “me” who “I” am for when I try to erase it numerous times it comes back through the letters, it seeps through the ink, absorbing itself to what it might be laying on. For the letters are apart of “me” they become the “I” figuratively speaking, which eventually I find myself through the words of wisdom “I” gain by reading what “I” have written and forgetting who “I” was, Someone far from “myself”.