i want those stories about how memory is shaped thick in the midst of trees one has watched one's entire life.
i want to try to imagine that a house becomes a repository for the full range of memory. unbearable grief. joy. ambivalence.
that ambivalence gives way to.
that hope gives way to.
tell me enough stories that i start again to miss you.
to feel something stir like emotion.
tell me again that story you have about land.
steadied your land.
Posted by theorythis at October 2, 2004 09:35 AM