I never tried to escape. I looked, I felt, I responded. Meanwhile all around me, human beings sought and found forgetfulness. I didn’t. I gazed, listened, recorded. Now I am tired. Too much pain. Too much. I find life tragic and unbearable.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955
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