Sometimes I go to her Facebook page. It's silly, I know. Pathetic. And every time I do, I promise myself next time I'll be stronger. I don't even know what impels me. Why are the most painful memories also the sweetest; why does the sweetness always draw us back no matter how long the pain might have kept us away beforehand? I don't know, any more than I know why sometimes I have to sit in the dark and listen to Terumasa Hino playing "Alone, Alone and Alone." I just do. I can't seem to help periodically disinterring that little box of memories, no matter how lachrymose its contents. I try to stop. But sometimes there's just what you can do, and what you can't.
( Barry Eisler )
[ Graveyard of Memories ]
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