When I die, someone will find my notebooks. Will they flip through them and start to piece together the chapters of an unpublished novel? Will they find a drawing that is so brilliant that it will sell for six figures, then be traded amongst collectors for decades, and then land in an art museum somewhere? Maybe the preliminary sketches and calculations for an invention that could change the world?Brendan Leonard – Surely These Notebooks Will Help Me Create Amazing Things
Fuck no, they will not.