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“During the years when I found it necessary to revise the circuitry of my mind I discovered that I was no longer interested in whether the woman on the ledge outside the window on the sixteenth floor jumped or did not jump, or in why. I was interested only in the picture of her in my mind: her hair incandescent in the floodlights, her toes curled inward on the stone ledge.
In this light all narrative was sentimental.
In this light all connections were equally meaningful, and equally senseless.”
— Joan Didion, “The White Album”
As long as Joan D. is touching pen to paper, I will keep believing.