I have a memory that tends to rely on the visual.
Last week I was gifted a book of old architectural photographs. One photograph in particular arrested me:
The film below, from 2006, was taken at these baths. By then the baths had been converted to a gymnasium. Here my son Andrew had a wonderful party. This was on the back of the success of his birthday party held there the year before.
As a direct consequence of ECT I hardly recall a moment of 2005. It leaves me sad to consider that I have no surviving memories of my children from this year. A whole year absent as a father.
End Notes: ECT was the consequence for me of trying to get off Seroxat, a drug that I despise. The title image carries a quote from 'Lincoln in the Bardo' by George Saunders.