Who Reads a Journal

He saves so much, recording his every thought, hoping it will be a legacy but unsure who will receive it, who will want the accumulated ramblings inside which may be no key at all.  He realizes they may be collected for no one but himself.  To no one else will it have a value.  Others will have not even the time to look as they clear out where he used to live.  It seemed so vital, but only as long as he was there to give it life.