I’m almost to the point where I should finally go and make that About Me page, where the idea is to capture the essence of your life in a tidy little list. I have a hard time thinking of anything fitting into a list. The plots always seem too big and unknowable.
But I’ll begin working on it, so that everyone with better other things to do but no desire to do them can feel like they’ve laid their ear against my head and listened to the memories of my life click by like the sound from an old movie projector.
But I would encourage patience on your part. The list is fragile and worn. The film of my life, like all of yours, has been spliced and patched many times. Memory is the tape that holds it all together, and like old scotch tape, my memories are also faded, brittle, yellowed things.
But I’ll make the list, and it’ll seem like a new film of an old thing. Everyone can pull out their screens and we’ll watch the movie together. If we’re lucky, it’ll make sense. If we’re really lucky, it won’t be a three blanket movie. And if we’re really, really lucky, no one will fall asleep the moment the lights dim.