Memories Of The Past Are Not Memories

There Were Many Hours When I Never Quite Know How I'd Gotten There Or Why I Stayed.

Sheer Playfulness And Deadly Seriousness Are My Closest Friends.

I Have A Slogan I Use When I Get Anxious Writing, Which Happens Quite A Bit: ‘the Ordeal Is Part Of The Commitment.’ It’s One Of My Mantras. It Makes A Lot Of Things Doable.

I Do Not Say Correct Or Savory. I Do Not Say Seemly Or Even Natural. I Say Serious. Sensationally Serious. Unspeakably Serious. Solemnly, Recklessly, Blissfully Serious.

And Since We Don’t Just Forget Things Because They Don’t Matter But Also Forget Things Because They Matter Too Much Because Each Of Us Remembers And Forgets In A Pattern Whose Labyrinthine Windings Are An Identification Mark No Less Distinctive Than A Fingerprintit’s No Wonder That The Shards Of Reality One Person Will Cherish As A Biography Can Seem To Someone Else Who, Say, Happened To Have Eaten Some Ten Thousand Dinners At The Very Same Kitchen Table, To Be A Willful Excursion Into Mythomania