Journaling in 2020
There's just such a visible decline in joy in my journal over 2020. The glued in mementos, the ticket stubs, the playbills, the found ephemera all disappear right away. The stickers and washi tape decorations are next. Then the photos dwindle, from three or four a week, to two or three a month.
December is just completely barren.
A lil' town for me and maybe some friends in the future.