It makes perfect sense to me why I would bother to keep track of what I think about, do, feel, and experience day after day, year after year, until the end. First of all, just from having kept records of what think about (and feel) for so long, one of the consequences, besides having to rent a storage unit to store the actual notebooks until I can burn them, is that I may have developed the capacity to be brutally honest in a way that may not be possible for those who have a certain public image to maintain.