A notebook remembered more about me (opens in new tab)

Last weekend I was cleaning out a closet and found a notebook from 2017. It was one of those black Moleskines with the elastic band. I remember buying it at an airport. The pages were curled at the edges. I'd shoved it in a backpack for years and the spine was cracked. I sat down and flipped through it. There was a camping trip I'd completely forgotten about. A startup idea scrawled across two pages with a diagram that must have made sense at 2 AM. A friend's phone number I didn't recognize a...