I found a planner from 1991 while basement cleaning earlier. I used it as a journal of sorts for much of the year. No real emotion, more facts of the daily adventures and non-adventures. I didn’t read too much from it because I don’t like to revisit certain lost eras.
However, I did write something toward the back about somebody by the name of Melville and his thoughts on sanity and insanity. How they were akin to the “points in the rainbow where one color begins and another ends.”