Memory

I’ve entereda new developmental phase: fantasizing about scenarios that can’t, shouldn’t, or won’t happen.

Contemporary events are the hooks on which I hang ancient feelings. Contemporary feelings are echoes, repetitions, of ancient feelings, attached to current hooks.

Another part of my mother’s abandonment of me, of my loss of safety.

Memory, truth, emotional experience, and the unconscious. WTF?

I’ve been to a lot of demonstrations in my life, but none more memorable than this one.

Kavanaugh’s response to the accusation against him reveals his unfitness to serve. And, his fundamental unfitness to call himself an honorable man.

Fond memories of a long-ago teacher of mine.

As I descended the stairs into the subway – a particular stairway at a particular station – I was overcome with a powerful memory. It was a memory like a smell memory – overwhelming, totalizing, transporting. To a lifetime ago.…