Inside, everyone sounds, more or less eloquently, like the same broken record of anxiety and resentment. It’s the outside, the way people look and the things they say, that makes them distinct. We read Woolf’s diaries so that we can see other people through Woolf’s eyes.

Louis Menand, Why Do We Read Diaries?" in The New Yorker. One of the better essays I’ve read on personal mythology and the reason we write things down and read them later. Menand believes people should diarize (i.e. blog) less about themselves and more about the world around them—and isn’t it true that the best diaries to read are really about a generation or observations of group behavior rather than about the interior psyche of a single person?

(thanks to christmasgorilla for pointing this out)