for some time now- i think since i was a child- i have been
possessed of the desire to put down the stuff of my life. that
is a commonplace impulse, apparently, among persons of
massive self-interest; sooner or later we all do it. and, i am
quite certain, there is only one internal quarrel: how much of
the truth to tell? how much, how much, how much? ii is brutal
in sober uncompromising moments, to reflect on the comedy of
concern we all enact when it comes to our precious images!