this century, as has been pointed out many times, is the century of emigration, enforced and voluntary. that is to say a century of partings without end, and a century haunted by the memories of those partings. the sudden anguish of missing what is no longer there is like suddenly coming upon a jar which has fallen and broken into fragments. alone you collect the pieces, discover how to fit them together and then carefully stick them to one another, one by one. eventually the jar is reassembled but it is not the same as it was before. it has become both flawed, and more precious. something comparable happens to the image of a loved place or a loved person when kept in the memory after separation.