A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest,
remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it,
renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.
-Joan Didion
How can anyone not fall completely in love with Joan Didion at any age, any decade, any time, any place, any piece?
I want to spend the rest of this week curled up in a hammock with The White Album and Slouching Towards Bethlehem.
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