It takes courage
to enjoy it
—Bjork, “Big Time Sensuality,” Debut

Here I am following the forgotten feeling, the lost mundane pleasures. There’s still something new to be had, to be taken in, to be possessed by. Flickers of felt memory call, the stream of small, past pleasures mark the way but not the way. There’s a pleasure in the remembering too, the thread of life I’d lost shimmering in the weft.