“What I do when it distresses me that there’s something I can’t remember, is. Are you listening? Yes, Elisabeth said through the crying. I imagine that whatever it is I’ve forgotten is folded close to me, like a sleeping bird. What kind of bird? Elisabeth said. A wild bird, Daniel said. Any kind. You’ll know what kind when it happens. Then, what I do is, I just hold it there, without holding it too tight, and I let it sleep. And that’s that.”
