Mythical Italy

Have you ever run into someone you have not seen in decades? I have. Recently, via social media, I made contact with a childhood friend. We had not seen each other since I was 15. He was an old man; what little hair he had was white and his belly hung over his belt. What happened? It was disheartening to later learn that he thought the same of me. 

The trouble is that our memory of people freezes in time. We think of them as we last saw them while they go on changing. The same is true of places. While we think of them as we last saw them, which is the only way we really could think of them, they go on changing, evolving. Making matters worse, memories are faulty. If they are


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