“Part of what I want to tell you is what it is like to be young in New York, how six months can become eight years with the deceptive ease of a film dissolve, for that is how those years appear to me now, in a long sequence of sentimental dissolves and old-fashioned trick shots—the Seagram Building fountains dissolve into snowflakes, I enter a revolving door at twenty and come out a good deal older, and on a different street.”
I love Didion’s writing here. How she describes time through photography and the use of doors (enter/exit) to signify the passage of time. It’s nostalgic and full of character.
