chapter V
Memories of the Future
“I remember… I remember that first flutter. I remember where I was.”
We
live
in a world
that
is not
just
changing,
it
is
metamorphosing.
We
are
all
wishful
creatures,
and
we
wish
backward,
too,
not
only
forward,
and
thereby
rebuild
the
curious,
crumbling
architecture
of
memory
into
structures
that
are
more
habitable.