Matthew Rose Sorensen
The Man Who Remembered and Forgot
I live in the House, but I remember the rain.
The House is my world, and its beauty fills me with joy. I map its halls, speak to the Dead, and follow the wisdom of the Other. But in quiet moments, I feel the stirrings of another life — a name, a street, a woman’s face. I do not know if remembering is salvation or sorrow, but I carry both within me.
What I'm Into: cataloging statues, talking to the Dead, the shifting tides, Sarah Raphael, the smell of rain on stone
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