I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were
Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem.
Escribiendo esta entrada me he dado cuenta que hace 5 años, mucho antes de leer nada de Joan Didion, ya había publicado esta cita.