Thursday, October 27, 2011
Memory and Forgetting
Passports last ten years. Mine never fails to get odd looks at TSA (I was in a shaggy hair contest when the photo was taken). 7 years have gone since then... I think of growing out my hair sometimes, forgetting how it didn't suit me, thinking I liked it. So easy to forget the past in favor of the invented country of memory, the place where we construct what never was...
These words are not meant to be read in their entirety. Skim them the way this plane skims the cloud layer, jostling sometim...