“The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men’s memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.”
“I been everwhere,” he said. “This is just one more place.”
“Did you post witnesses?” he said. “To report to you on the continuing existence of those places once you’d quit them?”
“Is it? Where’s yesterday?”
—Blood Meridian, Cormac McCarthy
I’ve been thinking of Brooklyn a lot at night.
Here are some of my relics: