…It was like a life photographed as it came to mind,
without any order, full of gaps giving at best a general
impression. I couldn’t help feeling all the way to the
new paper office, past the post office, the moroccan cafe,
the ancient whore, that I had got somewhere new by way
of memories I hadn’t known I possessed.
I had taken up the thread of life
from very far back,
from so far back as innocence.
‘A Salmon Tea’ by Grahame Greene