Incoherent, unreliable and chaotic, our memories are the building blocks of our hopes. We remake meaning constantly. We are always rearranging. When we engage in mundane everyday speech or flick through the family snapshots, we are rearranging fragments of memories and making new possibilities.
We seek meaning in possibilities. When old cards are shuffled and dealt, bridge players start planning; when old genes are selected and arranged, new parents start hoping; when poets select and arrange old words, readers start imagining.
This little piece incorporates an arbitrary selection of memories of Canberra. It’s a bit different each time it runs. It’s a random organisation of image fragments—incoherent, unreliable and sometimes chaotic.