From Continental Op

The other day I purchased a $200 fountain pen. It is an extravagant pen. But, I spend so much of my time writing my thoughts down that it actually seems worth the price. Anyway, it occurred to me the other night that I have so many notebooks that I want to destroy. They are notebooks to me…not journals. To call them journals would imply that there is a perseverance of thought to the things I write. There is none. In fact, most of my writings would make sense only to me. None of these notebooks are anything I want to leave behind when I am no longer alive. In fact, I dread the fact that someone would go through them after my death and try to make sense of them…

Thus, out of necessity, I dreamed up the RAD Journal. More precisely the Read After Death Journal.