I saw Stephen D(a)edalus pass Flem Snopes in the night, and now I have to realign Flickr to mend a wound in my labyrinth . . .
“I imagined a labyrinth of labyrinths, a maze of mazes, a twisting, turning, ever-widening labyrinth that contained both past and future and somehow implied the stars . . . I felt myself, for an indefinite while, the abstract perceiver of the world."
– Jorge Luis Borges
(NOTE: The photograph was take one hundred years ago. The man in the blue shirt is my paternal grandfather, standing in front of the neighborhood grocery store in Corinth, Mississippi, that he owned. It seems to me that the entrance to the labyrinth lies here.)
I saw Stephen D(a)edalus pass Flem Snopes in the night, and now I have to realign Flickr to mend a wound in my labyrinth . . .
“I imagined a labyrinth of labyrinths, a maze of mazes, a twisting, turning, ever-widening labyrinth that contained both past and future and somehow implied the stars . . . I felt myself, for an indefinite while, the abstract perceiver of the world."
– Jorge Luis Borges
(NOTE: The photograph was take one hundred years ago. The man in the blue shirt is my paternal grandfather, standing in front of the neighborhood grocery store in Corinth, Mississippi, that he owned. It seems to me that the entrance to the labyrinth lies here.)