Well, in this story, the beginning and the end contrast with each other.
There is the filling of the notebook.
There is the gradual disappearance of forgetting.
There are representations of the Fates, and the Triple Goddess.
It is possible that I will blow a gasket trying to find the proper balance.
Like when my son had a toy with eleven effing posts for six different color cogs.
So. What am I trying to say?