However vivid they might be, past images and future delights did not protect Sylvia from the present, which "rules despotic over pale shadows of past and future". That was Sylvia's genius and her Panic Bird- her total lack of nostalgia. She had no armor. This left her especially vulnerable in New York, where she was removed from the context of her life, severed from that reassuring arc.
Elizabeth Winder, Pain, Parties, Work: Sylvia Plath in New York, Summer 1953
anxiety, depression, nostalgia, tunnel-vision