The catalog of emotion that disappears when someone dies, and the degree to which we rely on a few people to record something of what life was to them, is almost too much to bear.
Sarah MangusoMy existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.
Sarah MangusoExperience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.
Sarah Manguso