Sunday, July 15, 2007

Smell and Taste

"I am in my pram, crying. My eyes are closed. I can smell the upholstery of my pram, which is already familiar to me. I cannot describe it, but would know it even now, fifty years later. My eyes open and I see the texture of the creamy lining of the pram. I now see my forearm and clenched hand, which I move toward my mouth. My hand catches the edge of a pillowcase or a rucked up piece of sheet, which ends up in my mouth. I suck at the fabric, which seems almost instantly to be sodden in my saliva. I enjoy the taste and feel of the wet fabric in my mouth. I am not crying any more. The memory fades."

BBC Radio 4 Memory Experience


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