description:n. the desire that memory could flow backward<br>We take it for granted that life moves forward. But you move as a rower moves, facing backwards:you can see where you’ve been, but not where you’re going. And your boat is steered by a younger version of you. It’s hard not to wonder what life would be like facing the other way...
description:n. The art of dwelling in the past. Maybe we should think of memory itself as a work of art - and a work of art is never finished, only abandoned.
description:n. a state of exhaustion inspired by an act of senseless violence, which forces you to revise your image of what can happen in this world - mending the fences of your expectations, weeding out invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface - before propping yourself up in the middle of it like an old scarecrow, who’s bursting at the seams but powerless to do anything but stand there and watch.
description:When you were born they put you in a little box and slapped a label on it. But if we begin to notice these categories no longer fit us, maybe it’ll mean that we’ve finally arrived - just unpacking the boxes, making ourselves at home.
description:n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.
