30/10/05

...She had always liked objects without solidity. The solid ones
bound her to permanency. She had never wanted a solid house, enduring
furniture. All these were traps. Then you belonged to them forever.
She preferred stage trappings which she could move into and out of
easily, without regret. Soon after they fell apart and nothing was
lost. The vividness alone survived...

-Anaïs Nin, Children of the Albatross

03/03/04
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