“The gun that hangs on the wall does not fire. Another gun shoots instead.”

“Willoughby is my nostalgic center, it possesses the gloss of PERFECTION that comes with the PASSAGE OF TIME.”

My curiosity in the bells was immediate and inextinguishable, as though I’d found a possible sound that could make up for all my silences.

My childhood memories are a mix of fraudulence and exaggerations. I gave myself over to stories, leaving behind the facts, like my birds.