Laura Bies’s Reviews > Forbidden Notebook > Status Update

I know that my reactions to the facts I write down in detail lead me to know myself more intimately every day. Maybe there are people who, knowing themselves, are able to improve; but the better I know myself, the more lost I become.

I thought of taking the notebook to the office, but there's so little time available, I'd be forced to jot down my impressions rapidly without getting into so many of the details that depress me.

I had no desire to go home, and yet seeing the time marked by the green spheres of the luminous clock, I felt the usual hurry gripping me. I didn't know for whom I had to go home or for what, but I knew that I had to return, and that implacable, absurd duty caused me great bitterness.

The strangest thing is that when I can finally take the notebook out of its hiding place, sit down, and begin to write, I find I have nothing to say except to report on the daily struggle I endure to hide it.