I’m tired of runnin’ ’round / Lookin’ for answers to questions that I already know / I could build me a castle of memories / Just to have somewhere to go . . .

She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with walls and become a house she can live in. Because if the tottering structure of her memories collapses like a clumsily pitched tent, all that Tamina will be left with is the present, that invisible point, that nothingness moving slowly toward death . . .