“Hey, long time no see. I hear you’re into photos now, I meet up with your brother a couple of days ago, told me all about it”
Sometimes I meet people on the street. Strangers. They come to me with a friendly look and ask me how I’ve been, what’s up.
Ipretend to know them. I know I should and there is a bit of familiarity to them, but I cannot place it in time and space. I go along for a while. I ask them how they are, what life brought to them and hoping this way they might say something to make me remember.
They are neighbors from where I grew up, school or high school colleagues , long time friends, kids with whom I spent a whole childhood. All of them obliterated out of memory and out of existence.Read More