Recently in my homeless news bin, I found the story about what the Honolulu City Council is planning to do with some homeless people. This brought back almost no memories of Hawaii, a place I have lived.
I think of myself as a bag of feelings and memories, all sort of floating around and through each other like the frothy, sudsy stuff in surf, with clams and jellyfish passing through.
Memories of Hawaii are some of the most vivid but least reliable, given the fact that I was taken from there to the mainland at the age of three and a half and have never been back. ...