Just some thoughts:
“We have a few old mouth-to-mouth tales, we exhume from old trunks and boxes and drawer letters without salutation or signature, in which men and women who once lived and breathed are now merely initials or nicknames…we are dimly people…performing their acts of simple passion and simple violence, impervious to time and inexplicable—Yes, Judith, Bon, Henry, Sutpen, all of them. they are there, yet something is missing; they are like a chemical formula exhumed along with the letters from that forgotten chest…the words, the symbols, the shapes themselves, shadowy, inscrutable and serene, against that turgid background of a horrible and bloody mischancing of human affairs.”
I think to some degree we all go back to what has come before us. We all do some “exhuming.” Exhuming from letters, forgotten chests or those old shoe boxes often stored away in our attics or top selves in our closets.
“You can choose your friends but you sho’ can’t choose your family, an’ they’re still kin to you no matter whether you acknowledge ’em or not, and makes you look right silly when you don’t.”
To Kill a Mockingbird–Harper Lee
We are what we are. Hiding stories do not make it less so.
April 7, 2019
Posted May 21, 2019