“These memories had so long been folded neatly in some drawer at the back of my mind. Now, as I unfolded them, held them up, aired them to the breeze of my words, I was so aware of their tone and smell, their colours and sounds and feelings. It was amazing to me that I could close my eyes, close my eyes and almost reach out and touch these things. There were that real.
I wondered what would happen to these memories when I was dead.”