Here I am starting a journal. No idea if I can keep it up.
I don’t think I would on my own. Not without the suggestion of my new companion, whose name I do not know. Not that I haven’t asked, but I’ve asked so many times now that finally he will only reply, “Enough! Enough!”
So I’ve taken to calling him simply Enough.
Though who am I to talk? I know what it is like for one not to disclose his name. An easy habit to form when you don’t know what it is. I was relieved to run across someone who had heard of me. And could give me a name to go with my face.
Lyle. I guess I like the sound of it. No one chooses their own name. Or almost no one.