Agnes Varda

I would like to be remembered as a film-maker [who] enjoyed life, including pain. This is such a terrible world, but I keep the idea that every day should be interesting. What happens in my days – working, meeting people, listening – convinces me that it’s worth being alive.

India experience

I've been waking up in the dark, wondering where I am. The sheets are soft and warm. Sometimes during the daytime I am at a loss -- what should I do, now that I'm home alone? -- but at night I am not afraid.

I can't properly describe the India trip just yet. It's swirling around in my head.

It was a familiar feeling, coming home to my empty house, relieved but also tired and depleted. When I opened my front door I entered what seemed like bare, color-starved space. The Sadlers had cleared off the coffee table, for some reason, and they had moved the chairs. In the kitchen, they cleared off the island and moved the dining chairs. The counters were dotted with coffee- and tea-colored stains and the floor was dusty and smudged. I could not go to bed yet -- it was noon -- so I got to work, unpacking and wiping down the countertops and vacuuming.

Now my house and I are getting reacquainted. The Sadlers left a lot of money on my kitchen island -- they said they wanted to cover the cost of the utilities they used. I think I'll use it to get some prints framed. And then I will hang them on my white walls.