Just finished this great book of essays. I plan to write a review, once I catch my breath.

Do you remember that hunchbacked watchmaker who fixed your clock? The one who lived on the flat roof of this building in the hut he built himself that looked like a doghouse? I called it the Clock House. The one who specialized in alarm clocks?

She was trying to remember the day she was born. She furrowed her brows so much that the adults interrupted her telling her repeatedly to unwrinkle her forehead. That was why she couldn't reach the memory of her birth. --"Forgotten Journey"