Foundations for an oneiric house

Nicholas Keys

Abstract


Grandfather dead, the Judeo-Christian ceremony for the deceased makes me cringe, the bastardry of the family at the wake makes me nauseous. Later, Grandmother moved against her will into a caring home. Their house sold and their possessions dispersed thoughtlessly to grab-happy grandchildren. With the house and its objects now gone—a guardian of memories—my fear of amnesia rises. How can I build a new house of memory for my Grandparents to reside in? Well, for starters, ask Gaston Bachelard…

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