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Synchronicity

Flirting

A sock in the arm, a borrowed pencil, a thrown cork

The House Of Esperanza

Esperanza had informally inherited the house from Salvador Escondido, her husband by common law, who one morning kissed her goodbye at the door, left for work in the fields, and never came back.

The Child In The City

The horror and melancholy of childhood are what stand out. I can no longer remember most of it explicitly. I cannot even swear that the haunting happened in this lifetime. The so-called moment of trauma has vanished into the darkness of existence itself.

A Little Irish Water Music

Occasionally, when Dad belted up his trousers with twine, she turned as brittle as snapbread, but in those early years, she was usually willing to dismiss our days as the pruning from which decorous bloom must one day erupt.

Young Dog

Company

Childhood

“I only wish I could be so young and carefree,” your father says when he comes home from work. He doesn’t remember what it’s like. The pressure, the decisions.

First Memory

Feeling safe in a father’s arms, sighting a lost yo-yo in the lake, being on Mars

Sunbeams

The community stagnates without the impulse of the individual. The impulse dies away without the sympathy of the community.

William James