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Abril 29, 2005
How much noticing...
I was having my childhood. But I was haunting it, as well, practically reading it, and preventing it. How much noticing could I permit myself without driving myself round the bend? Too much noticing and I was too self-conscious to live; I trapped and paralyzed myself…. Too little noticing, though—I would risk much to avoid this—and I would miss the whole show. I would wake on my deathbed and say, What was that?
Annie Dillard, from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Posted by sarita at Abril 29, 2005 1:55 PM