Your Face Tomorrow: Poison, Shadow and Farewell - pg. 231

When you haven't been back for some time to a place you know well, even if it's the city you were born in, the city to which you're most accustomed, where you'lived for the longest time asnd which is still home to your children and your father and your siblings and home even to the love that stood firm for many years (even if that place is as familiar to you as the air you breathe), there comes a moment when it begins to fade and your recollection of it dims, as if your memory were suddenly afflicted by myopia and -- how can I put it -- by cinematography: the different eras become juxtaposed and you start to feel unsure as to which of those cities you left or departed from when you last set off, the city of your childhood or your youth or the city of your manhood or maturity, when where you live dwindles in importance, and, hard though it is to admit, the truth is you'd be happy enough with your own little corner almost anywhere in the world.