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
THIS! Yes! So true.
Thanks for sharing 🙂
Oh, how well this resonates.