We spend the next two hours alternating between shots and slowly sipped glasses of Kenneth's scotch. Inevitably predictably, our conversations find their way home.“Our memories," Joseph says, “are like a river cut off from the ocean. With time they will slowly dry out in the sun, and so we drink and drink and drink and we can never have our fill."
"Why d…
Do We Fear Disappearance or Are We Aghast at Being Inexact?
“Real memory has more to do with oblivion than with storage. What we forget may shelter us more than what we remember.” - Anne Dufourmantelle
