History is like tapestry. History is like compost. History is like a roadmap through time, only seen in reverse; or a thoughtmap laid over time (whatever that is) in retrospect. There are lines, there are paths, there are tangled threads, but there is also compaction and lithification. And there is also space. Five hundred years of time is vast and vacant. It is full of forgetting. Forgetting is the erosion of the matter of the world in a process sympathetic to the erosion of matter in the brain. History is a certain kind of space, then, with certain paths through, certain threads, with certain compaction simultaneously.
Heidelberg is the third book in Holly Myers series, including the titles Road Noise and Wild Rough Country all from then/and.
