in the round ... the many segments and memory prompts from not keeping in line with life. The amazing pictorial prompt through the early haze of trauma of the first visits to the city. The first visits to all that been before.
And the very new people, places and experiences. I still find the path back pretty much elusive if it were not the fact we captured this time through the lens in sacred moments when compelled to,
.... the many moments just sat in a unfamiliar home with unfamiliar things and clothes of an evening in the dark with no radiio, tv, modern tech or any other stimulus ..
I sat for hours in total numb bewilderment... not moving for hours on end ... the prompts from a cousin and afar ... berating one for much as much as the assistance ... I really did not want to go on ... I will never truly know how I got through so many days in such mess about me ... the absolute total life disintegrating to a death before anyone did anything
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