But such division seems pointless when coming across one's writings or images which, although dated a specific number of years ago, are unmistakeably present: memos from me to me, forgotten, hidden behind furniture, literal or mind-furniture.
So I chanced upon a sketchbook/notebook of mine dated 1980-83 which speaks to me right now. I'll post sections of it for the next few weeks: 'thoughts for the day', sometimes with quotes from other sources.
Cover, sketchbook by NdA 'The Ultimate & the Intimate'. Etching pasted on bound blank book.
Title page, sketchbook by NdA 'The Ultimate and the Intimate'