Postcard Bricolage

Some days later, she read, with tears in her eyes:

Perhaps it is the fault of my style – this postcard bricolage. In memory’s striving and telegraphing of events – the inheritance, too, of a certain kind of temperament. The cumulative effect appears so much defter and at times more dramatic than what actually occurs, whilst rendering the self more solid, less airy – no longer plagued by daily preoccupations and distractions.

If the writing occludes and negates so much of the above, in part this must be, too, the effect of retrospective judgement. - In the revisions of memory where we are the actors, words may tie us – bind us but they also bring us to unexpected places - something other – much more curious than we intend. Alas one can only have faith with the project – the search – this burrowing – excavation of the past – and that somehow something will be revealed in as much as what is not written as re-written.