![]() ![]() ![]() There comes a point at which the record needs to be updated, because you've shed too many links with what you were. “But in a way it's like looking at old photographs of yourself. In other words, it was nobody's fault but all the same it was brought home to me how much of what was beautiful in their lives was the result of a shared vision of things that strictly speaking could not have been said to exist.” And then one day the river dried up: their shared world of imagination ceased, and the reason was that one of them - I can't even recall which one it was - stopped believing in it. Their play was a kind of shared trance in which they created whole imaginary worlds, and they were forever involved in games and projects whose planning and execution were as real to them as they were invisible to everyone else: sometimes I would move or throw away some apparently inconsequential item, only to be told that it was a sacred prop in the ongoing make-believe, a narrative which seemed to run like a magic river through our household, inexhaustible, and which they could exit and re-enter at will, moving over that threshold which no one else could see into another element. They used to play together without pause from the moment they opened their eyes in the morning to the moment they closed them again. “.when my sons were the ages of those two leaping boys, they were so intimate it would have been hard to disentangle their separate natures. ![]()
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