Maybe I will write it. Maybe not. I find myself uncaring, truly, after the hot flush of anger has dissipated. I wrote that entry last week, and find myself putting it down now simply because it is a form of closure for this place.

There are a few more entries to complete this cycle in my life. I must admit that this has been the longest journal I have ever kept. Come September 11, it will be exactly two years since I started writing. It has been fruitful I suppose.

I grew up. Maybe that should be the epitaph for alithiel.