I am a believer in assisted recall. Clipboards, color-coded legal pads, scraps of paper tacked up so as not to forget, all help me remember. They all hold intentions, my ideas for the future, things I will actually do, things I want to seriously consider, things that qualify only as wishful thinking.

When these lists are brought together in groups, by chronology or subject, or even location, they tend to have stylistic characteristics that separate them, such as calligraphic mannerisms, linear qualities of draftsmanship, density of image, the presence of symmetry, or not.

"[I]n the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship…is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. … Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out."