10th
January
2013
Tired of the cap
While looking through some old photos this afternoon, I spotted a former neighbour. Little matter that I hadn’t seen the man in four decades, because in the photo, he looked just the way I remembered him. Maybe that’s how memory works; a frozen gallery, not subject to the rigours of changing morphology. In case science hasn’t got this one figured out, I’ll claim credit in advance.
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