November 17, 2019

Why do we hoard the past with such wanton abandonment?

Duncan Harley, 68

My uncle Bob was a big, surly man in a sky-blue RAF boiler suit and I was told by my late auntie that he had been a famous body-builder in his day. Latterly, his caravan was consigned behind the family farm. I think it is nowadays inhabited by bats.
If you take the time to look, there are many such Schr√∂dingers’ tucked behind distant barns.

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