MIND: Flighty

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me.

Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

// Anaïs Nin

MIND: Fleeting

“Say something I will always remember,” he asked, thinking that in this way he might solve the elusive nature of her talk. She meditated silently and then gracefully made five gestures. She touched her forehead, her lips, her breasts, the center of her throat, then placed her hand under her elbow and held it there and said: “Remember this.”

Collages // Anaïs Nin

MIND: Revulsion

My madness now is: why do people want to use me, my strength, my courage, my devotion? Why? Is it my weakness they immediately exploit?

The moonstorm makes me insane, but my insanity is nothing but revolt, the revolt I never expressed or lived out.

// Anaïs Nin