It is astounding the power that sight has on memory. You could have seen the same places in the same city a thousand times, go away for a period of time from those places, and upon your return, a thousand memories you had not visited since rush back in chaotic waves. Today, most of those memories have become bitter regrets and sorrowful afterthoughts. Although my purpose in visiting today is to “catch up” and be merry, I fear the experience will be tainted by former things, haunted by regret, and dogged with depressive boughts. I was unprepared, in theory or practice, for the torrent of emotions instigated by returning to this place.