The Diary with the Blue Cover : A Homage To A Friend The book is pretty in and of itself as an object. It has a bright blue cover, stiff and new once, but soft now with the grease of my own hands, soiled with being stuffed into backpacks and travel bags. Brought to the sea and into the city, it has endured. It holds each and every word as a faithful friend holds a secret, and understands it, and in doing so sets it free.

Now it is gone, a friend entrusted to a friend. As the book is a gift, so the taking of it is a gift. I am grateful. There is no loss, only freedom. When we give a secret we are trying to say: there is no secret. But the person who is listening is more than a blank book. A book holds a secret like a cup holds water. A listening ear doesn't keep things, it makes things flow -- to disperse and evaporate into the air, like breath, or dreams.

Dedicated to L. - thank you and see you soon.  ¶ 1:18 AM