'Museum of the Dispossessed' (31-05-19)
Ian Blair
'The death of any human memory erases the history of every inanimate object that has contributed to it. A pebble brought back from a honeymoon may lie in a dresser drawer throughout a married lifetime, yet in the twilight of widowhood it recalls the moonlight, lapping waves, sand between the toes, and whispered words of love. It is the pebble that he picked up as he spoke them, yet at the instant of her death that magic pebble becomes just another rock'. Ivor Noël Hume: ‘A Passion for the Past’
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