Sometimes I want to say or write something anonymously. Do you ever want to do that? Do you ever have something you really want to say. Maybe even need to say. But you know it would cause a storm. So you don’t say it. You don’t write it.
The search begins for a place to write it… A place where I can say what I want to say. Maybe no one will read it. Maybe someone will. I suppose that’s why I used to journal. But a journal can be found. A journal can be read. Handwriting is distinctive. And there’s that storm again.