Tag: childhood
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Remember me, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
I don’t think I believe in ghosts, at least I never have … But I am older now, and I’m not so sure. I have lived thus far on solid things; except for the wisp of my imagination, or the words I write to pin it down, there is no room for ghosts. Perhaps it…
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Tis in my memory locked
For some time now, I’ve wondered what makes some places feel like they are a part of me -or more likely, that I am a part of them… And why are some things only superficially appealing, in spite of their evident attempts to mimic authenticity? I suppose we all have different needs, so perhaps generic…
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What’s done is done
‘Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there.’ -remember that poem? It kind of reminds me of my childhood fantasies of things that might be if I could just wish hard enough. Things that could have been, if only I could remember the details. The distant past has always been like that for…
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Marginal Thoughts
Now that my salad days are merely photos staring forlornly at me from a tattered album, I sometimes wonder what they would think of the one squinting back. Would it be as difficult looking forward in time, as it is in looking back? Not only do features change, but so do goals. Thoughts. I am…
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