Diary extract No. 15
C'est l'heure des braves et je dois dormir avec mes peurs. (Et le cygne.)
I fear my swan song. It haunts me quietly, hidden, so I flee. I flee across the oceans, on ships made of destiny. My destiny. (The captain has a swan and it follows me wherever I go, nipping my toes.) I try to forget, to lose myself, but I never do. Never. It is impossible because I am afraid of being forgotten and I cling to everything I am; everything I will be. She is not Lost. We will never lose her in the corner where Lost Things are left. We promised her we would never forget.
It is the hour of brave men and I must sleep with my fears. (And the swan.)