“The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on
which we map them for our own convenience. They were only a thin slice
in between contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time;
the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment;
and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years.”
On the turntable: Stevie Ray Vaughan, "In Step"
