“The road between ears winds through the sticky grey crevices of our brain, picking up a memory here, dropping off an idea there, gathering perceptions to mix and stew or slow roast to perfection the words you thought you heard, which are nothing like the words I spoke.”

“The road between ears winds through the sticky grey crevices of our brain, picking up a memory here, dropping off an idea there, gathering perceptions to mix and stew or slow roast to perfection the words you thought you heard, which are nothing like the words I spoke.”

— Judy Croome