Had to come over to burn old papers, notes, journal stuff. letters.
July 29th, 1993 a Thursday
Sprinklers came on already! It’s 1:11am.
SAO just left—he called about 11:15pm. He had to come over to burn old papers—notes—journal stuff. Letters.
He feared someone might find them in his apartment.
I said “Steve…tonight, why tonight? Why not tomorrow?
I had plants and a table in front of the fireplace—the summer look.
He insisted.
So, burn they did.
He later Said “I just needed moral support tonight."
We had a good talk.
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Note:
1/6/2024
What if Steve hadn’t burned the papers, notes and letters.
He could be typing them into a blog right now to publish to the world. He could have been connecting with his younger selves and the world they knew.
Was the person he feared might read them his future self?
In burning them, he denied himself the ability to lift the veil of forgetfulness.
He misses the richness of his being in its full form. He misses it’s length and it’s breadth.
