From the Wreckage

It is very hard to purposefully and willfully
destroy a book. But I'll try. 

My friend gave me this journal for my birthday, which is today 12/12/12. She gave it to me because she's spent the last 5 years watching me read, study, write notes, and generally live surrounded by books while I worked on my degree. She thought it would be good for me to have some 'fun with a book'for a change. 

Also I think she finds a high level of glee watching my neurosis blossom as i contemplate destroying a book. 

"It'll be good for you," she said. 
"It will be fun," she said. 
"It'll be therapeutic," she said. 

I wrote a lot of four letter words that were *nice*
before writing some that were naughty...
Can you find them?

So I'll try, and I'll chronicle my destruction of this book here, perhaps it will be therapeutic, freeing, rejuvenating and enlightening, or some other ridiculous notion. 

The first page says to "stand on it and wipe your feet." I just can't do it, It's too disrespectful to books. There's a bunch of tear out pages too. I struggle with ripping up books. not sure I can do it. 

Note the use of 4 letter words to commemorate
tearing out the first page. 

Sitting with my friends while our kids were swimming, I tried. I did a few of these pages and photographed them... 

I did eventually tear out the page beside the "write four letter word page. My friend R. took it, ripped it and folded it into a rose. 

There is something mind numbingly satisfying
about just drawing circles, circles and more
circles

Which I squished in the "Press flowers here page" (not photographed).

I've tried to date the pages and will try to date them as I do what is asked of me on in this book. 


It is easier to poke holes in a page than to tear it right out. I suppose it has to do with losing the page. Losing the memory or a piece of the book or some other frighteningly deep psychological mumbo-jumbo.

I used a pen.