“To
me Acapulco is the detoxicating cure for all the evils of the city:
ambition, vanity, quest for success in money, the continuous
contagious presence of power-driven, obsessed individuals who want to
become known, to be in the limelight, noticed, as if life among
millions gave you a desperate illness, a need of rising above the
crowd, being noticed, existing individually, singled out from a mass
of ants and sheep. It has something to do with the presence of
millions of anonymous faces, anonymous people, and the desperate ways
of achieving distinction. Here, all this is nonsense. You exist by
your smile and your presence. You exist for your joys and your
relaxations. You exist in nature. You are part of the glittering sea,
and part of the luscious, well-nourished plants, you are wedded to
the sun, you are immersed in timelessness, only the present counts,
and from the present you extract all the essences which can nourish
the senses, and so the nerves are still, the mind is quiet, the
nights are lullabies, the days are like gentle ovens in which
infinitely wise sculptor’s hands re-form the lost contours, the
lost sensations of the body. The body comes to life. Quests, pursuits
of concrete securities of one kind or another lose all their
importance. As you swim, you are washed of all the excrescences of
so-called civilization, which includes the incapacity to be happy
under any circumstances.”
From
The Diary of Anais Nin Vol 5 (1947/55)
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