I often wonder how moments become memories, why certain people or events are embedded in the psyche while others vanish. Still, I always believed our memories would endure the passage of time.
When I first saw the headlines, recognition confounded me. Who was this stranger with your name? An internet search revealed raw, gut-wrenching details of he said/she said. The face in the photograph stared back in disbelief, all pretence stripped away with a single word.
“Guilty.”
That broken man has usurped the gentle boy I used to know - deep inside my limbic system. Never to be forgotten.
When I first saw the headlines, recognition confounded me. Who was this stranger with your name? An internet search revealed raw, gut-wrenching details of he said/she said. The face in the photograph stared back in disbelief, all pretence stripped away with a single word.
“Guilty.”
That broken man has usurped the gentle boy I used to know - deep inside my limbic system. Never to be forgotten.
