i plum forgot i collaged on the back of alice hubbard's life lessons, and i'm finally going to look inside. it was pretty hard in the past life archives today. i must be sure to breathe, and watch the dust. i brought home my pile of poems and a few journals—those are haunting. i want to see if i might glean something perhaps and shred the rest. time has come, and it's still coming. one thing i'm grateful for: that i'm not the same as when i made the dark diaries. i think i can look at them now in a different light.