[That, and Noah's rules weren't Brook's rules. Souls in his position didn't worry so much about falling apart; in fact, perhaps just the opposite was true. The reality of an eternal existence could be just as terrifying as the potential to disappear.]

That's a good idea. There's a bookstore not too far from here, if you want a journal. They'll make you trade a story for it, but they're not really picky what kind. You can probably just make something up.

[Not that Brook had that kind of creativity. He nodded towards Noah's pocket.]

Or you could just use your phone. That's what I used to do. I had a blog and everything to help me remember stuff.