The Archive of Memories

Why do we read? Why do we write? What’s there in a written words that’s different from what’s there in a spoken or heard words. What’s there in ‘pages’ that cannot be found in ‘people’? Is it patience?

This here is an exploration of my relationship with the papers that endlessly listen to me.

“The winter had passed, the spring blossoms were making the usually grim looking trees seem cheerful, you are sitting under one of those trees looking at the world around you, there are children playing in one corner, there is an old couple sitting a few paces across you, looking at them makes you wonder if your life will ever be like theirs. The old couple are smiling and they seem to be at peace with life, the little children are joyous... https://open.substack.com/pub/cmadan/...