“My father says you remember the smell of your country no matter where you are but only recognize it when you're far away.” HomeHomesicknessFar From HomeSense Memory Book:Warum das Kind in der Polenta kocht Source: Warum das Kind in der Polenta kocht
“Dabbling in the sandbox gives Rabbit a small headache. Over at the pavilion the rubber thump of Roofball and the click of checkers call to his memory, and the forgotten smell of that narrow plastic ribbon you braid bracelets and whistlechains out of and of glue and of the sweat on the handles on athletic equipment is blown down by a breeze laced with children's murmuring. He feels the truth: the thing that has left his life has left irrevocably; no search would recover it. No flight would reach it. It was here, beneath the town, in these smells and these voices, forever behind him. The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her. Then she is through with us, and we become, first inside, and then outside, junk. Flower stalks.” ChildhoodFutilityLost YouthRabbit AngstromLost Innocence1960Sense Memory Book:Rabbit, Run Source: Rabbit, Run
“every year it seems the jasmine creeps back into my life just when I begin to worry nothing will smell sweet anymore” PoetryNatureGraceResilienceHopelessnessJasmineSense Memory Book:Reaching Marrakesh Source: Reaching Marrakesh