in this book i read a sentence that struck me
the narrator tells his story and asked..
isn't remembering a kind of light that comes to us from a no longer excisting star? maybe a memory that may not reach you at all?
isn't the whole life a remembrance?
how little are the problems in the past you thought you never survive ...
how soothing isn't it?
I love the photos too--soothing, yes.
ReplyDeletethe light of no longer existing stars--that's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'm back once more to confess I find myself using that image in similar words since i read it here. Not precisely plagiarism, more like incorporation and mutation. thank you
ReplyDeletethe whole life, a remembrance..
ReplyDeletei think of this. Some times it
feels that it is so. But i'd
never given it words before...
re memory & remembrance... I loved reading A Map of Glass by Jane Urquhart
ReplyDeletehere's a sprig of rosemary crushed between my thumb and forefinger to send the scent through the ether