Saturday, 15 April 2017

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The mind is a strange thing, and not only with regard to learning a language. Close to home my aged mother has short-term memory loss and struggles to orient herself when she awakens. She’s not the only one.

Recently, I’ve pulled back a curtain too. For weeks I’ve felt there was something familiar about someone—the shape of his head, the set of his eyes. The process of remembering took days.


I met P.H. about 15 years ago, through his partner, L.A. She was a friend my sister, Kristina. Peter even bought me coffee once, sounding me out about Japan.

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