with a blank face, she looks at me (her gleaming eyes faded with longing) for the answers I’m unable to give her. as if there are searchlights in her mind, desperately trying to reach the[…]
Tag: memory
Blood Poppies
Memory is an imperfect thing. But every year, they ask us to Remember something that doesn’t like to be looked at, something we close our eyes and try to see something that we can’t Remember[…]
“Purpose is but the Slave to the Memory”: Death and the Desire to Restore One’s Honour and Certainty (Hamlet Critical Essay)
Prompt: Discuss the ideas developed by the text creator in your chosen text about the ways in which individuals struggle to restore honour and certainty. “Purpose is but the Slave to the Memory”: Death and[…]