Friday

That memory is there in my head, entrenched, quite an uneasy coexistence -- it is like a person you encounter every day. You know the person is there without even looking: like at the coffee machine in the morning at work, you are getting coffee, and they are nearby, at the refrigerator, two feet away, putting away their lunch. You know the person is there. You don’t look the person in the face. The memory is like that person whose face you don't look into -- no need -- you know they're there -- you know where they sit in your little company -- you know that memory is there, you don't have to replay it, you don't have to question it, you don't have to engage it every single day -- you just know it's there . . .

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r's musings said...

I totally get this one about the memory being there without looking it in the face. Great post. --Robin