One of the reasons I love old crumbling artifacts and architecture, worn stones and yellowed pages, is they remind me that the past is never dead, as the Faulkner quote goes. Even when they’re dead, they aren’t past but continue to haunt. Old memories resurface. Archaeologists dig up something new. Forgotten treasures are lost and found. People from our past pop up welcome or unwelcome. No matter how hard we try to scrub the Internet clean, it retains its secrets ready to be hacked and revealed. For better or worse, we might as well accept it.
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Memory: a thief at the back door always threatening to break in.
Love that quintessential slice of wisdom from you (May I borrow it for one of my photos?) So glad to see you and and the link makes it easy to visit your blog.
Layla, would love to see an aphorism of mine on your blog again. It’s been a long time.
I have a perfect image for your memory quote.
Thanks, Layla! Looking forward to it.