“This must be the 26th February 23rd I have
lived through: over a quarter of a century of Februaries, and would I could
cut a slice of recollection back through them all & trace the spiraling stair
of my ascent adultward - or is it a descent? I feel I have lived enough to last
my life in musings, tracings of crossings & re-crossings with people, mad
and sane, stupid and brilliant, beautiful and grotesque, infant and antique,
cold and hot, pragmatic and dream-ridden, dead and alive. My house of
days and masks is rich enough so that I might and must spend years fishing,
hauling up the pearl-eyed, horny, scaled and sea-bearded monsters sunk
long, long in the sargasso of my imagination”
―
Sylvia Plath,
The Journals of Sylvia Plath