Because all of the sudden, wham! there it is, your childhood, coming at you, and nothing has changed and you're ten years old again because Auckland still smells the same and nothing has changed that and I don't believe anything ever will and suddenly you're feeling feelings you forgot you'd ever felt, feelings you'd forgotten you ever could feel, because they're feelings without names or faces, feelings so familiar and so strange and at the same time so much a part of you that you don't understand how you could ever have forgotten a feeling like that and still have been you, all that time, all those years. And for all that time, that smell and that feeling has been here on this street corner just waiting for you to happen by again. You breathe it in and there it is and best of all it doesn't mean a damn thing, it's just beautiful.And what a beautiful feeling that is!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I just finished reading The Book of the Film of the Story of My Life by William Brandt. There was a passage in it I especially enjoyed: