Author Archives: Frank

Scraps of memory beginning to drift through the outlyingregions of my mind…Memories come back to me… memories behind and withinwhich many things much further back in the past seem to lie. W.G. Sebald, Austerlitz, pg. 136 Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years,quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle andin someContinue reading “If Memory Serves Me Correctly….”

When we look back, we think our lives form patterns; every event starts to look logical, as if something—or Someone—has mapped out all our steps (and missteps). …Do you call that fate or just happenstance? I don’t know. …Once upon a time, I would have said we choose our paths at random: this happened, thenContinue reading “Roads Taken, and Not…”

Something very slowly, very dimly has been working in my mind and now is clear to me: there are no incidences, there are only coincidences. When a photograph in a newspaper is looked at closely, one can see the single, half-tone dots it’s made of. There one sees the incidence of a single dot, thereContinue reading “Synchronicity: Serendipity, or Fate?”

“In life,” he said, “there are no essentially major or minor characters. To that extent, all fiction and biography, and most historiography, are a lie. Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story. Hamlet could be told from Polonius’ point of view and called The Tragedy of Polonius, Lord Chamberlain of Denmark. HeContinue reading “Whose Life Is It Anyway?”