The life of memory
Memories lead their own lives and invest their own peculiar currency. My two earliest memories have to do with a tricycle. The first is an almost a pastoral sce...
Memories lead their own lives and invest their own peculiar currency. My two earliest memories have to do with a tricycle. The first is an almost a pastoral sce...
There is something translucent and innocent in the way light from a new-day sun flows down the brassy sides of the high buildings of the city. I’ve lived ...
Now back in the inner-city I can ponder my skunk. (Annie Dillard has her weasel, I my skunk.) The skunk is brought into being through immediacy and for all of h...