he considered for a few brief moments one day the prospect of starting a journal , or perhaps a book of essays or poems or short stories , but realized almost immediately that he had nothing to say or write that he imagined others would find significant , at least nothing which hadnt already been expressed in exhaustive detail by countless unnamed predecessors in comparison with whom he might , if still compelled to reiterate such sentiments , labor only in tired redundancy ; after all , what could be the point of expressing anything at all unless it is at once unique and without precedent ?