I could not even finish reading the entire essay, it’s too early for my heartstrings.
I saved it to read later, when I will be sitting on the subway on the way to somewhere else.
“It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends. I can remember now, with a clarity that makes the nerves in the back of my neck constrict, when New York began for me, but I cannot lay my finger upon the moment it ended”
“…because, quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again.”
– Goodbye to All That, Joan Didion
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