An Impromptu Stop at the Edge of the World, Finisterre: Memory, Momentum & The Mystic

By Liz Gallagher
Memory’s Unruly Nature
Deborah Levy’s quote on memory struck a chord in me: "As much as I try to make the past keep still and mind its manners, it moves and murmurs with me through every day."
Memory is never as obedient as we'd like. It's unwilling to sit quietly where we left it. Sometimes, it’s a comfort. Sometimes, it’s a house full of unreliable ghosts — frequently dramatic, often mischievous, mostly overstaying their welcome. They barge in, dragging with them old embarrassments and past loves. Grand events remain, but so too does that moment my swirly skirt slipped down ...