Memoir can and must be written because each of us has our own created version of the past. We own it, no one else does, no matter how incoherent our history is.
it is very difficult to be open and to protest loudly when living under the most intolerable and oppressive forms of government. I can’t criticise those who remained silent. What I can criticise is those who remain silent now, who still repeat when it’s put to them, ‘why not remember the victims of the past?’ – “these things are better left in the past”.
There are times where it gets a little frantic. This past ten days, it’s felt as though half of Paris has descended on to the streets. The local economy might not just survive but even thrive in the coming months. Parisians see eating out as a holy rite.
Its merciless, this disease. Worse still, it’s discriminatory, exposing existing fault-lines across society.
Happening upon Wilmington Square with its lone dog walkers, and Lloyd Square with its jabbing pair of boxers, made me reflect why London is so dear to me.
There’s an egg timer hanging over each and every one of us. I don’t want to passively wait and watch the grains of sand.