Dear Journal, My Name Is Arthur Wincher...

Prologue

So, I decided to start keeping a diary. Or a journal, if you will. A journal sounds a lot less girly than a diary. And if this journal gets read, I'd prefer it to shine the most accurate light on me as possible.

Now, that's not to say I want it to portray me as a god- some modern Adonis. No, I know I am far from any heavenly bodies, outside the earth. And I have a habit of thinking so little of myself, that I couldn't possibly be on par with the creators of worlds. No, I'm just your average guy... Or at least I'm average where I come from.

I was a big fan of Salinger's "Catcher in the Rye" when I was in high school. It took me a couple readings and an insightful teacher for me to realize the narrator, a mister Holden Caulfield, was writing or dictating the story from a mental institution. I still admired the way it was told, though, despite the probable location of the narrator.

So, I think I'll write in this journal, following a rather similar style. Not so much writing to the possible reader, but more so writing to the journal itself, as if it were an actual intelligent life form. As if my journal could comprehend the stories and emotions it contained, the same way I could when I contained them, or even experienced them.

So, without further ado (which is mostly about nothing)...

Dear Journal,

My name is Arthur Wincher.