Tag Archives: aesthetics

‘How little remains’ (on youth, memory, memoir)

I went back to the old apartment. The old apartment was best going back to alone. I tried taking my kids there or Dawn, but to them it was just an old apartment. To me, there was so much more. … Continue reading

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A moment with a bad piece of art in Galway

Monday, a down day. The waves crashing against the rocks in the painting don’t move me because a.) I doubt they were real rocks the painter really saw, and b.) doubted he/she had the knack to really paint. It’s like … Continue reading

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