going home

  “The film of your days and nights is wound up tight in you, never to be re-run – and the occasional flashbacks are faint, blurred, unreal, as if seen through falling snow.”   ~ Sylvia Plath    

flight school

  the old rope swing     “You haven’t seen a tree until you’ve seen its shadow from the sky. ~ Ameilia Earhart

recollection

  “Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!” ~ John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany    

patchwork

    “Memory is the great deceiver.  Perhaps there are some individuals whose memories act like tape recordings, daily records of their lives complete in every detail, but I am not one of them.  My memory is a patchwork of occurrences, of discontinuous events roughly sewn together; The parts I remember, I remember precisely, whilst other sections seemed to have vanished completely.” ~ Neil…

a fragment

  “We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn. New styles, new information, new technology, new terminology … But still, no matter how…