Bound In History, Bounded By History, Bounded And Bound By Mortality
Spent a loft of time in Westport and Grayland as a kid, and then as a young adult. Lots of memories. We can't escape the treacly memories of childhood, nor escape the limitations they often place around imagination where the emotional and experiential landscape of memory is only so malleable. Beachcombing 2021 My horizons only expanded in my mind as a youth, but not in real life or real time. Without looking out of my window, I went on Harrisonian travels. I had been to pre-Weimar Germany; taken the cure for TB in the Swiss Alps; visited England over and again with Shakespeare and Chaucer, or as a member of Robin's merry band, or through the eyes of Dr. Watson and Agatha Christie's protaganists. I had been all over the US with the likes of John D. Fitzgerald, Salinger, Twain, Poe, Vonnegut, Steinbeck, London, Kerouac, Hurston and Ginsberg, Angela Davis, Harper Lee and Capote. I had seen the stars with Heinlein and Asimov, mystery worlds with Tolkein, Moorc...