Thursday, March 10, 2011
The geography of memory
Sometimes when we haven't been someplace for a long time, part of us can begin to believe the place doesn't really exist. For example, I grew up in Bay Village, which is a far west suburb of Cleveland. I lived there for many years, until after college. At that time I moved to points east of the Cuyahoga River, and almost never visited the old neighborhood. In the intervening time, Bay Village became for me a strange, dreamlike memory -- almost a mythological place -- bound up with all kinds of emotions.
It's good to take a drive every now and then, and bring the dream back into focus. Connect the "then" with the "now." Remind yourself that your past is, geographically speaking, linked to your present.
Is this making any sense? No, I didn't think so.