Today, I decided to reread some things from Ander Monson's website/writings called Vanishing Point. He wrote an essay called "Assembloir: That Which Is True of Others Is True of Me." In the essay, he composed lines and ideas from different memoirs in which he identified.
These are the parts I really liked.
Assembloir: That Which Is True of Others Is True of Me
"Most experiences as they are lived claim an importance beyond their real significance. Each new friend, new place, new love seems spectacular at the moment of inception. In retrospect, few stand the test of time."
"I have another drink, and then I learn, for the hundredth time, that you can’t drown your troubles, not the real ones, because if they are real they can swim."
"Finally, perhaps, it is an accumulation of small things that changes us, the unexpected and unnoticed incidents that signal moments of transition, pointing us in an entirely different direction, almost without our knowledge, often without our consent."
"Today I wanted to go as fast as I could to the worst part of the storm, feel its fury, shake my fist at its threats. I felt like one of those invincible folks who throw parties instead of evacuating when a hurricane’s storming down on them."
"I understand that what was missing could not be found in my parents’ house, no longer my home, in that house empty of everything except memories; could not be found in Berkeley, in Cuba, not even here, in my present home, could only be found in my own being, the cells of my own body, my own mind."
"Today, I decided to reread some things from Ander Monson's website/writings called Vanishing Point. He wrote an essay composed of lines from different memoirs which he felt were true for him as well."
I would like to discover where each of these mysterious lines came from or whose story they belong to, but I guess it really doesn’t matter. What really matters is that these conglomerations of ideas are truths that we can all relate to.
