‘You may understand that the world has been in shambles for the past few years when you come across a certain date, but you may not apply such consequences to my writing,’ is my thought sometimes, which is either trying too hard to be profound or just another indulgent way of saying I’m too self-absorbed to write anything beyond my own small sufferings. Perhaps the question is, is it possible for a diary to remain apolitical to the world around them? Even if you were to intentionally obscure and redact the misfortunes of our world, the context of time for the diary entries may still be accessible within the obscurity and redaction itself. You’re an idiot, I tell myself.