A few years ago, before I had to have routine-but-life-changing surgery, I shredded all my journals from 1987 to 2012 - partly because it was case-sensitive, but mostly because there is nothing more excruciating for loved ones than to plough through personal diaries etc., if things somehow didn't pan out. I found one journal that I had forgotten to shred, only to find that I had a few doodles in them. Plus, as it had chronicalled a particularly difficult time for me, there had been poems written and words crafted. I cut out what I needed and shredded the rest, which I may add, brought a certain amount of peace. I have turned a bitter-sweet artefact into something I could live with. I have started a scrap album, which will harvest doodles, poems, cards from friends and anything else left over that I want to keep. It feels better this way. I have seen some journal art and it has given me some ideas - hopefully I will be able to construct a book of fragments, that will eventually become a creative whole.
Bjork - Heirloom (music relevant)