March 17th, 1975
The long cold winter. How I have ached and groaned and pulled myself through many a cold freezing morning. I long for release.
I have convinced myself that this journal shall be a chronicle of the days before the fall. The great collapse. There are those, and many, who believe that our culture is on the brink of some vast economic catastrophe. Do I dare to give credence to these ideas by recording them here– where only truth is spoken?
Richard is on the phone– talking to the other employees of the salon. There is an insurgency against Stanley, the half-hearted, selfish salon manager. Richard is leading the forces. In the Big Meeting, scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, Richard is to act as spokesman for all the other employees.
Life goes on. Our days are filled with a hundred strong currents.