I am re-claiming October this year. It’s my birthday month, ends with my favorite holiday and my husband’s birthday.
An explanation for the photos is in order here. My hands do not type well on the soft keys of my laptop right now but do surprisingly well pecking at a typewriter. The images aren’t great because my scanner also doesn’t work right now.
Giles Deleuze’s book The Fold, he described memory as a membrane stretched across an empty attic. Every memory, every impression, leaves a permanent fold or ripple in the membrane. It’s not quite like the ridges and folds of the brain, which are established when a child is forty weeks, because the folds of the membrane …
I’m glad it makes people happy, but I feel like a Stage IV zombie lurking behind the bushes while the “survivors” party.