Where Memories Whisper And Flash



This is a picture I took of the subway bench while waiting for the train a few days ago. For reasons that aren't entirely clear to me, these colors remind me of my childhood with my Grandma Hastings. Memories from that time press into me here in Korea--they whisper and flash through the candy colors of this local, the faded and cracked cement, the tiny, dark ajoomas who resemble my beloved gypsy grandma. She is one of my happiest things, and so I welcome her presence here in my strange and familiar home.