Blue Nights


“Memories are by definition of times past, things gone. Memories are the Westlake uniforms in the closet, the faded and cracked photographs, the invitations to the weddings of the people who are no longer married, the mass cards from the funerals of the people whose faces you no longer remember. Memories are what you no longer want to remember.”
Blue Nights, p. 66
By Joan Didion
Published 2011

I’m Alive

My last post was practically three months ago. That’s pretty embarrassing. I’m going to try my best to dodge all glances that indicate my abandonment. Thank you for lingering.