caldwell-hearth

September 20, 2024

Often it’s only when you tell something that you come to see its true shape. I believe this to be one of life’s great lessons. Thus nightly I narrate my story to the generations of kinfolk gathered around my hearth — really a hot-plate and the TV with the sound turned down.

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Thought:

“Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful.”

Samuel Beckett | Waiting for Godot

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