Rumours had been swirling for weeks before they arrived, of beautiful gypsies who take your personal belongings to rid you of your unwanted memories. Everyone in the village said it was nonsense, saying these women where only hoarders, but you could see every one of the villagers looking closely at their belongings and searching for those things that made them recall painful memories. Continue reading
“But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, on the ruin of all the rest, bearing without giving way, on their almost impalpable droplet, the immense edifice of memory.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way
The past, the past, why is it so alluring? Continue reading
“He was many things but first and foremost, he was a storyteller,” Madeliene Rose.
“[Captain Marlowe] was the only man of us who still “followed the sea.” The worst that could be said of him was that he did not represent his class. He was a seaman, but he was a wanderer, too, while most seamen lead, if one may so express it, a sedentary life.” Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad.