"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
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Monday, November 15, 2010
New York, N.Y.
Sometimes a place you used to live reaches out to you from the distant past. It is an old lover from whom you once parted with great sadness (you adored each other but were incompatible). You had learned to live apart but then you ran into each other. There's that old familiar catch in the throat. You had forgotten how you felt in that old life.
Here is a place that made you feel more alive than you'd ever felt before. You can't go back to it — you are a different person now — but you are forever grateful — and yes, more alive again, too — just for having been reminded.