I’m fairly certain there is no argument here. Joan Didion is not trying to persuade the masses that coping mechanisms are a way of clouding growth and life understanding. She plays fifteen memories, disconnected, and numbered like the tracks of an album. I enjoyed getting little blips of her view of the world, set in Hollywood during an era of hippies and love. The way I see it, Didion simply contemplates if it is necessary to strive for meaning in existence. After breaking her rib when she is a young adult, Didion remembers for an instance what it will be like to be old. She is able to grasp the concept of aging, forms an understanding, and then forgets only to be confronted with MS later in life. It seems we come to vague understandings of reality that may keep us secure for a while, but in the long run, it is just a way to avoid how little we know.