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.

Sometimes I feel as if we are the angels thrown out of the Garden of Eden. The Garden was built on ignorance, though. And being thrown out was just finding out how silly we were. I wonder what everyone saw or what they say, but whatever it is, we will never be understood. It was beautiful, it was ugly. How we deal with being ripped out is interesting now. We’re all a bunch of babies dealing with being ripped from our surrogate womb. Boo hoo.

I feel like the moral of the Garden of Eden yarn is that life in ignorance can be bliss, but only by seeking knowledge with all its pitfalls can we truly be human.