[Fragments from Floyd] "This is the place in the picture. This is the forest and creek I have dreamed of since I was a small boy. This is the country place I longed for all these years while the picture hung on my office wall, both taunting me and giving me hope that there was indeed just such a place." They moved to the place and they live there to this day. The picture is there, too, across from the hearth, above the old piano where its travels have come to a pleasant ending.
[Switched At Birth] "Looking at this old photograph I found of myself while packing up the picture albums, I am struck by this young girl's clear-eyed serenity. She is me. I am she. What did she know, I wonder, and when did she know it?"
[World of Pure Imagination]
I seek a certain place¡ªnot so much imaginary as imagination itself. Days on which I write, I hope to sidle in unseen, as a backwards glance in a reflective window reveals a movement, a stream of sunlight¡ªa glimpse of memory.
(Also featuring lyrics from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory!)
[My Head and Welcome To It] Why I would write that there's an echo in there beats me, but there it is. -- P.
[Via Negativa] "When we arrive, do we test and taste the air, the soil, the water? Do we come to a place with all our old dreams intact, convinced that if we can find our own quiet little corner, all our unhappiness and anxieties will melt away?"
[g r a p e z] "In New Hampshire the Old Man of the Mountain is emperor. Its image is on everything from license plates to road signs, and even supplied the title of a Nathaniel Hawthorne story. The Old Man was made of five slabs of Conway granite balanced atop one another high on a cliff on Cannon Mountain in the Franconia Notch. It took no imagination to see that Old Man when viewed from the north; he was real."
[Feathers of Hope (Pica)] Imagining a place with specific topography and characteristics allows writers to tell stories that couldn't be told if they were set, say, in Watford.
[alembic] "I drive on Sir Francis Drake Boulevard in Marin every day, sometimes five or six times a day. My car is one of the many that hurl relentlessly through the blocks ¨C traffic permitting ¨C at high noon or past the full moon, in wind or rain, and through the seasons. The stretch of the road that I travel on daily has sidewalks, but not on both sides."
[Feathers of Hope (Numenius)] The fauna of an imaginary place.
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