“But if I’m not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I?”

Ah, here it comes then, finally, a proper blog post. Many of you will probably recognise that title quotation as lifted whole out of one of the most famous books in the world, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. That's when Alice, frustrated and confused by so many (rather brusque) changes in height, and puzzled by the anthropomorphic White …

Things that never quite grow old, or what I loved when I was only 4

When I was about 4 or 5 years of age, I stumbled upon a cassette tape in my dad's vast collection. I don't actually remember how it happened, or why it was that that particular cassette piqued my interest - after all, there was nothing especially attractive about it at first sight. Except, maybe, the …

Of Memories and Photographs and More or Less Morbid Thinking

When people go away they vanish, turn to nothing, stop being. They live only in memories, haunting the imagination. We know they go on being somewhere else, but no longer see them, just as we no longer see those who have already passed away. ~ Dezső Kosztolányi, "Skylark" ~ Suzanne Lalique, "Photos de famille" [via …