But My Father, A Thief

She Was Like A Wound Beneath An Old Bandage, And He Had Grown More Used To The Bandage.

Anyone Who Tries To Write A Memoir Needs To Keep In Mind That What's Interesting To You Isn't Necessarily Interesting To A Reader.

A Man Who Can Take Anything Will Find Most Things Unsatisfying. And A Man Without Memories Is Just A Shell.

Tension Of Opposites.

But Then She Did. She Died. No More Visits, No More Phone Calls. And Without Even Realizing It, I Began To Drift, As If My Roots Had Been Pulled, As If I Were Floating Down Some Side Branch Of A River.