This whole memory game is very intriguing. If it wasn’t we probably wouldn’t bother looking back. We go rummaging around, weeding through, picking and choosing, forgetting, remembering, and all the other stuff that arises regarding memory.
We can become precious and maudlin. Or, in a split second creative and full of curiosity. Such is the ongoing project of remembering our past, our loved ones, our triumphs, and our losses. We are told we can learn from memory; how to get better, or how to avoid repeating past mistakes, or that IF we can just successfully follow some memorized blueprint for us, we’ll . . . well you know the rest.
With this Substack/Homicide project, I am, at best, an uncertain, or unreliable narrator. Fumbling along, rifling through the grey zone for crumbs hoping something might rise up into a sparkling, full-blown story.