[Writer, b. 1931, Lorain, Ohio, lives in Princeton, New Jersey.]
Some things you forget. Others you never do... Places, places are still there. If a house burns down, it’s gone, but the place—the picture of it—stays, and not just in my rememory, but out there, in the world. What I remember is a picture floating out there outside my head.
At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.