Sunday, March 13, 2005

childhood

"I was thinking about the rubbish, the flapping plastic
in the branches, the shore-line of odd stuff caught
along the fencing, and I half-closed my eyes and imagined
this was the spot where everything I'd ever lost since
my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here
in front of it . . ."
Kazuo Ishiguro

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