“See enough and write it down, I tell myself, and then some morning when the world seems drained of wonder, some day when I am only going through the motions of doing what I am supposed to do… on that bankrupt morning I will simply open my notebook and there it will all be, a forgotten account with accumulated interest, paid passage back to the world out there…” ― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem
There gotta be magics in Didion’s writing. I found myself lost in my head, thinking about her essays and recalling my twenty-something life, young and afloat. That vague sense of places, life, and self. The pursuing of the unknown without judging or expecting. The story about the drug addicts in San Francisco blew me away. The Personal part especially On Self-Respect and Keeping A Notebook warmed my soul. She’s so precise, so sharp and honest. I want to reread this book over and over and indulge all that mystery of Didion.