writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. on the other hand, these notes intensify the inner life, which, left unexpressed, slips through your fingers. if only I could find a better kind of journal, humbler, one that would preserve the same thoughts, the same flesh of life, which is worth saving.
moreover the writer invents himself as a character in this form. he shapes himself from the shards of the everyday, from the truth of that daily life. which is also a truth not to be scorned.
/ from the notebooks of anna kamienska, polish poet