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 Franco-Scots- Renaissance style Alloa Public Baths:
The pool was closed in 1986 and two years later re-opened as a Gym. It was at this Gym [The Spiers Centre] that my son Andrew had a wonderful party with his friends for his 8th birthday. This was March 2005. As a direct consequence of ECT I do not recall this party. It leaves me sad to consider that isolation. 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 had long since become physiologically dependent on. The title image carries a quote from 'Lincoln in the Bardo' by George Saunders.