For we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope reappear in new forms and are song like in their refrain and rhymes, making up a single monologue. We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories, whatever story we tell.
I learned that sometimes we enter art to hide within it....It is where we can go to save ourselves, where a third person voice protects us
Divisadero...a point from which you can look far into the distance.
Michael Ondaatje
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