Instructions

Burn my journals. Tell no one. I would prefer a beach bonfire at sunset, the flames flickering above the fire pit as the sky puts on a spectacular finale to a day I will not see. But if you are feeling melancholy opt for an overcast day, where you feel alone under a gray sky, silence pressing close and creating a blanket of reflection. If you are indifferent, leave them in a tub of water, until they are mildewed, warped and the words are garbled on the page. I would say you can shred them but in the process you might catch words, a sentence, a colorful doodle, a glimpse of my inner world. No. You must destroy them, preferably by fire, down to ash that is indistinguishable.

— slowjamr