Tag: memory

Mom is unhappy that it is just an old administration building, filled with stale air, empty offices, and cobwebby hallways. It’s nothing like the last abandoned mental hospital we got into.

But I am a minimalist. I would like to compare the Mind of God / to a friend who frequents outdoor cafes and loves to watch / humanity’s comings and goings and the sweet minutia of lives.

Stage the end of the world in your mind, any old apocalypse will do, and this is probably what you see. You have just created “the Bunker,” laid its first brick.

We continue the story of Jimmie G, who lost his memory after the second World War. Is this not, in some eerie sense, our story too, only on vaster time-scale?

Meet Jimmy G., a man whose consciousness has become stuck in 1945. This essay reflects on the nature of memory, time, and the consequences of historical trauma.

I wish I had been a child then // long, slender / circular years / peeled years / sloshing around / in the fluids of my thinking

they call it soul retrieval | when your essence | core | beingness | the skeletal|hole|body|brain that lives in your gut|liver|kidney|body| self|shatters | breaks its own skull|heart|body in its crumpled raisin|brain as the result of small t | BIG T | sOmE TyPe of tRaUmA