Sunday, 10 November 2013
The Forgotten Cutter
I have been plying my memory the past few days and it is so strange the things that come to the surface. Things that I thought I had forgotten completely.
There are the memories of sleep overs gone horribly wrong, where you sit in terror as your friends watch The Faces of Death: a kind of death and pornography film, showing the mutilation of the human condition is so many ways.
Then there are the girlfriends gone wrong. It's funny how many of those I could not remember for the life of me. I needed other memories to jog the primary one into action, bring my past into view again.
It's a nice exercise. Stories of your childhood, when framed right, can be very entertaining. David Sedaris has taught me that. I only hope that I can learn something from that brand of storytelling.
That's all from Elliott at the Kitchen Table, spinning his wheels a little bit.