Eleanor: We are grouping our days into twos now. One for me, and one for my Biographer. Even though we are together in this. Sometimes you just need to begin walking. That's right, wherever you are right now, put on a good pair of walking shoes, and if it's cold out, dress for the weather, and even if it's the dark of night, you need to just walk. Walk in a straight line at first, so you get as far away as possible. So that your old neighborhood looks nothing like the neighborhood you're in now. You just need to keep walking, even if you're frightened.
See that building over there? We used to have neighbors living in that building, but they walked away. I don't know exactly when, but it's been a while. All of them left, but not at once. First it was just a single person, but then they learned it was better to go in twos, and threes, and then more -- groups of them, just walking as far away as they could get.
My Biographer and I are only two.
We need to keep walking.
After a while, we'll turn this way or that, but it will still be away from here, or wherever here was, because we've grown too comfortable here, and my Biographer has to begin to think for himself again, not like I'm thinking, not every thought in my head, but for himself.
When we find a good place to stop, we'll take a picture, and we'll say, this is it. This is where we are.
And my Biographer will say, Eleanor, I am thinking on my own again. And he will thank me for this, no matter how tired he is.
That's the plan, at least.
We are walking.
We need to remember everything I just said.
Everything.
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