for some bits
of the nucleus
of the other
Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after. Thus, the most ordinary movement in the world, such as sitting down at a table and pulling the inkstand towards one, may agitate a thousand odd, disconnected fragments, now bright, now dim, hanging and bobbing and dipping and flaunting, like the underlinen of a family of fourteen on a line in a gale of wind
Virginia Woolf via Popova.
I have sewn the bits that I have, and those I can recall, as new ones will not be formed, into a thing that can renew, give strength, and maybe offer wisdom and joy.
Related : Gabriela Gamboa New Topographies: 25.7617° N, 80.1918 W° at Bakehouse curated by Laura Novoa.
“an unending search for a sense of belonging and place exacerbated by the challenges of exile.
[…]Gamboa reconstructs a “personal mythology,” an exercise in remembering a place that no longer exists as it once did. She does so by expanding upon the notion of geography, not only as it pertains to the physicality of a landscape (i.e. its topography), but also how it is affected by human intervention.”
