Memory is more indelible than ink.
--Anita LoosWhat do you love? Ink. What do you fear? Memory.
These were questions and answers from a writing group hosted by my friend Rose. We made lists, picked salient words from the lists, and wrote about them. My own response surprised me in the "love list." Cooper, Clare, music, ink--wait, ink? Who loves ink? The "fear list" was far more predictable. It was long, but "memory" more or less summed it up. I still spend many of my waking hours, and sometimes my sleeping ones, haunted by my past.
I wrote what I thought were unrelated snippets, but I'm beginning to think there is more of a connection than I thought...
