Scheherazade – IX — Ephemera

A vast outer space of feeling, the vacuum of gain and loss, the breathtaking cosmos of memory and all of its twinkling stars of ephemera.

There’s a photograph of me that week I spent in the Maine house dividing up the family photos into two piles, a week spent working my way through our vast collection, trying to be fair in my brother’s absence, to be a good umpire, an honest judge, a wise Solomon splitting our pictorial inheritance down the middle, one nice picture for this pile, one nic…