I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Once again, I began, with nothing but everything before me. Nothing withstanding, the pressures of the mind. I become immortal in my life, as I begin again.

Believe it or not, this poem is all about me starting my second notebook of journal entries. Though not in as dramatic a fashion, I still seem to start off every new notebook with some kind of reflection on the past, and looking forward to the undertaking ahead. If you think about it, starting to write in a completely blank notebook with the goal of eventually filling it with your writing is kind of daunting.

I’d also like to show you the outside of this second journal.

First off, why doesn’t Mead still have unicorns on the front of their notebooks? Second, that symbol I drew on the back is known as the Elder Sign. It’s from the writings of H.P. Lovecraft (though I took it from the role-playing game based on his writings called Call of Cthulhu), and it’s used to keep evil locked away. Read these next couple hundred entries at your own peril!