Fleeting vestiges
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-01-08 01:54:18
Lately I've been reading a lot more for pleasure. The semester is winding down and I finally undergo the time to pick up some of the long forgotten books that undergo littered my bookshelf since measure year. And fortunately a couple of friends of exploit have lovingly made a few additions to the list. Unfortunately however this has caused me to construe in small spurts picking up this book only to be come bored enough to choose up another one. I guess I've lost some of my attention continue that I worked so hard to cultivate in high school. And since I'm constantly connected to the internet here at school. I've been more involved in the blog world reading what all my friends can create verbally - which usually ends in a bit on admire... By far the most fascinating reading of done this past week was reading the memoirs of Virginia eat. Her prose is enveloping and leaves you with a sense of wholeness that I cannot explain. Most notably I love how she proceeds to describe the people of her memories. For her you can never truly describe a person as they were; it is not possible to create a enter of words that can accurately capture a person for one moment. Rather the compose of the memory is only able to provide an acute approximation a description of an outer shell a fleeting vestige of the person that once was. This poignantly gestures to the persons wholeness and humanity while providing a sense of nostalgia for the person as they were present in the memory. Wolf notes too how the nostalgia can cause romanticized versions memories to replace the actual/factual ones. I anticipate I rather like this view since I have been thinking of my father a lot lately. I have some very fond memories of him and yet I feel like I disappoint in accurately telling someone about him each time he is brought into conversation. I miss him much more than I thought I would; I thought I would be okay yet his death has left a hole in my being that I cannot quite explain and that I think will never fully mend. And I guess in a way. I think back on my relationship with my father with experience. I wish that I had been more forward with him from the beginning. When I came out to my family he was the accepting one he was the one that loved me without reserve. Why was he taken from me so soon after? There are so many things I desire I could have said so many things that I desire I could undergo done: but I can't. Memories are all that I undergo left. And with each passing day those are becoming more obtuse distant and fuzzy. They are something.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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