A Minor Enquiry: Marmalade

And these were your streets. It's a curious rite of passage, isn't it? Visit the old places. First you wonder how you lived so uncomplainingly in such cramped circumstances. The streets are narrower, the buildings smaller than you ever remembered...and you want to ask me why I'm still here. I see your mother in the market and we talk about this. We want nothing to do with the business of mourning the old streets. We've made our choice. We complain but we don't mourn, we don't grieve. There are things here, people who show the highest human qualities, outside all notice, because who comes here to see?

A Minor Enquiry

Monday, 19 March 2007

Marmalade

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