Lessons

by Ian McEwan

For years her life had been one long receding tide. As it withdrew it left behind random pools of stranded memory.

Such a beautiful image of how memories are left for us…

the world was wobbling badly on its axis, ruled in too many places by shameless ignorant men, while freedom of expression was in retreat and digital public spaces resounded with the shouts of delirious masses.

Amazing insight and a seemingly inescapable truth of our world.

But there was that essence everyone forgets when a love recedes into the past – how it was, how it felt and tasted to be together through seconds, minutes and days, before everything that was taken for granted was discarded then overwritten by the tale of how it all ended, and then by the shaming inadequacies of memory.

Resonates with my own experiences… our mind plays tricks on us and history is rewritten.