"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet
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18 November 2025

04 September 2022

Moment.


In theory momentos serve to bring back the moment. In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here. How inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here as something else I could never afford to see.

Joan Didion

22 March 2022

Own.


People with self-respect exhibit a certain toughness, a kind of moral nerve; they display what was once called character which is the willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life.

Joan Didion

01 October 2016

Gloaming.

Innes, In The Gloaming, 1893


The French called this time of day‘l’heure bleue.’ To the English it was ‘the gloaming.’ The very word ‘gloaming’ reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.

Joan Didion

27 February 2016

Ordinary.

Winkel, Shadow Leaves, 2015


Life changes in an instant.  

The ordinary instant.

Joan Didion