Anais Nin gives us a peek into a day in her life in San Francisco ~
She washes her face and combs her hair and buttons her dress and sweater.
She starts the coffee and lights the oven for the rolls.
She turns on the button that provides heat and opens the Venetian blinds.
She washes the dishes, cleans the apartment at 258 Roosevelt Way, and markets.
When she needs "drugs, when the present is unacceptable," she rereads all her French books, a healthy way to deal with life with things get tough. Personally, I like to pop popcorn and read fashion magazines.
"Occasionally, I think of death. I can easily believe in the disintegration of the body, but cannot believe that all I have learned, experienced, accumulated, can disappear and be wasted. Like a river, it must flow somewhere. Proust's life flowed into me, became a part of my life. His thoughts, his discoveries, his visions, each year visit me, each year bring me deeper messages. There must be continuity," Anais says. Anais Nin's life has flowed into me.
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