The Sweet Promised Land
I have been missing from my home for quite some time. Mirages of it seem to materialize, but they prove only to be unfaithful vignettes. I visit often, but the experiences quickly evaporate. I have always heard of the longing for West Virginia once you leave, but now I know it all too well. I have had a son and started a new life, and I am beginning to feel outside myself. There is a residue, but not substance.
“it has become a dimming dream in which little things stand out and the rest is blurred, but beautifully, because it is of memory. “
Robert Laxalt, Sweet Promised Land