Thinking of what you all, and lots of others, have been saying to me in comments and on the phone, I came to the sudden conclusion about a minute ago that fear is common. Also that it is common to feel fear when looking back on one’s past.
I suppose the fear could have many reasons for being there… fear of being found out, fear of facing the memory, fear that something wasn’t as good as we thought it was. Fear that it’s all been a waste, and that it’s all been lost through a dread slip of hand or tongue that seemed so very minor at the time, but which turned out to have been the event upon which a lifetime turned. Fear that I’ve forgotten all the good parts.
Whichever. But always, the fear.
Playing: Another Look at Harmony (Robert Bell) from the album “Glass Cuts” by Philip Glass
white pebble 