Pirate lamp
From Midnight Radio: A Toarchlight Shining at the Bastards by James Reeves.
Where he writes about this amazing brass pirate lamp his grandfather owned.
For decades, this brass pirate lamp stood on a workbench in my grandfather’s basement that smelled of spider poison and Saginaw Bay.
That, whoever is reading this, is one hell if a sentence! I wish I wrote sentences that good.
Anyway, James talks about how when his grandfather was moved into a retirement home.
To help residents locate their rooms, the nursing staff encouraged each patient to place a memento on a shelf next to each door. Plastic flowers, birthday cards, family snapshots, and woodland figurines lined the halls because it’s easier to remember a picture of your grandchild than room 27B.
That got me thinking about memory, and our relationship to memory. I’ve been thinking about this a lot as of late. Don’t know why.
