'You see I was in a curious position in New York: it never occurred to me that I was living a real life there.' (image by John Atherton.)

From “Goodbye To All That,” Joan Didion’s famous 1967 essay in which she said farewell to New York City not forever but for a long spell:

“Nothing was irrevocable; everything was within reach. Just around every corner lay something curious and interesting, something I had never before seen or done or known about. I could go to a party and meet someone who called himself Mr. Emotional Appeal and ran The Emotional Appeal Institute or Tina Onassis Blandford or a Florida cracker who was then a regular on what the called ‘the Big C,’ the Southampton-El Morocco circuit (‘I’m well connected on the Big C, honey,’ he would tell me over collard greens on his vast borrowed terrace), or the widow of the celery king of the Harlem market or a piano salesman from Bonne Terre, Missouri, or someone who had already made and list two fortunes in Midland, Texas. I could make promises to myself and to other people and there would be all the time in the world to keep them. I could stay up all night and make mistakes, and none of them would count.

You see I was in a curious position in New York: it never occurred to me that I was living a real life there. In my imagination I was always there for just another few months, just until Christmas or Easter or the first warm day in May.”