Posts Tagged ‘memories’

I own property in Maine. It’s a small acre. Well, I mean it’s just an acre. I suppose an acre can’t really be large or small — it’s just exactly what it is. An acre. Maybe it feels small because the house in which I grew up has long since burned or because the memories of my 18 years are fast-fading or because there are some really terrible memories there that I’ve compressed and compressed in the hopes that the reduction in the amount of waking consciousness (or even cold-packed storage) they take up will somehow correspondingly reduce their importance, and the amount of space they take up. But really, it’s an acre. It’s got a nice view. And a couple of trees. And under the front yard there are giant slabs of granite because there used to be a Cider Press there. I would like a cider press, don’t you think that would be neat? (more…)