Memories committed to paper and meant never to be shared with anybody else. What does it say about posterity when you can share something with it that you can't share with me? It makes me begin to question my standing with you that I'm not even safe enough to be told things like that. I worry that I come off as transparent when that is in no way the case. Sharing innermost secrets is tough, I understand, but I don't think this is a deep dark secret. There are moments when I think we might be able to trade secrets.