I am currently working with Adam Paolozza and Michele Smith on Artaud, Un Portrait En Decomposition at Le Theatre Francais de Toronto. So I have been reading the journals of Anais Nin voraciously, and of course I skip to her last entry, the final entry of her life.
During the last months she decided to make her diary a diary of music:
I will only write in it when the musicians come, when I hear music. And it will be a separate part of my life.
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