Sunday, August 17, 2008

two for nostalgia

[two]


...that's how nostalgia is: a slow dance in a large circle. Memories don't organize themselves chronologically, they're like smoke, changing, ephemeral, and if they're not written down they fade into oblivion. I've tried to arrange my thoughts according to themes and periods of my life, but it's seemed artificial to me because memory twists in and out, like an endless Moebius strip.

Isabel Allende
"My Invented Country"

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