Sewing Together Salvage

Memories are funny things. Some of them shift and tilt, like looking at the past through a kaleidoscope. Others are tangible and solid, but the stories they tell are incomplete. Many of mine are fragments, flotsam washing up to shore, bits and pieces of things I don’t understand intellectually, harbingers of a shipwreck sunk so deeply within I can’t fathom the entirety of what’s been capsized.