His Name Was Swan. He Asked Me: “Why are you here?”
I’ve been in France for a little over two months now, and of the many memories that this trip has added to my life, one stands out very vividly for […]
What Sound Does a Memory Make?
“and the memory was located there, beyond words, a coded message from that first afternoon.” – Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch There was a band playing in Centre Ville. I put […]