#kyo maclear

round 3, poll 128

We are made up of what we’ve remembered but also what we’ve forgotten.

"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear... Perhaps, more strictly, like suspense," Lewis wrote. "Or like waiting; just hanging about waiting for something to happen. It gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down."

"...which I sensed was connected somehow to the mystery of my Irish paternal grandmother, Carlin Mary Gallagher, a woman who did not reach old age, and about whose life there were very few details."

“Or maybe I discovered something more fundamental: worry is a constriction. A mind narrows when it has too much to bear. Art is not born of unwanted constriction. Art wants formless and spacious quiet, anti-social daydreaming, time away from the consumptive volume of everyday life.”