Only the rereading counts, Nabokov said… For we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope reappear in new forms and are songlike in their refrains and rhymes, making up a single monologue. We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories, whatever story we tell.
– Michael Ondaatje, Divisadero
So much wisdom, said so beautifully. This is one of the central themes of my writing; the how’s and why’s of all the ways our pasts influence our lives. Thank you for sharing.