Yesterday I found an old notebook in the attic. Light blue hardcover with the Yale University seal proclaiming light is truth. Wide ruled. 1991 and supposedly it was mine, but I do not recognize the handwriting(all neat blue cursive) or most of the content: Long staccato passages involving what seems to be late night hallucinatory exercises. Shanty lyrics and letters. Absynthe journals. Laboratory experiments and notations. Empirical. Explicit. Unreserved. Sex and Drugs and Names and Lobsters too, and every so often, there is an abstract illustration carefully penned into the margin. Right whales and Clipper ships. Hurricanes. From each page blows a mighty gale. I can't read it without feeling seasick.