Today's selection comes from The Secret Scripture by Sebastian Barry, pgs 54-55:
The fact that I never saw the soldiers, never spoke to them, never even thought of doing so - for would that not have put my father possibly in further danger? - is in the informal history of Sligo neither here nor there. For history as far as I can see is not the arrangement of what happens, in sequence and in truth, but a fabulous arrangement of surmises and guesses held up as a banner against the assault of withering truth. History needs to be mightily inventive about human life because bare life is an accusation against man's dominion of the earth.
It's Tuesday, Where Are You? is hosted by an adventure in reading.
I'm back and forth between the present in Roscommon Regional Mental Hospital and ca. 1919 in Sligo, Ireland. In present time, I'm about 100 years old. I'm telling my story to Dr. Grene, whose task it is to determine if I am fit to be released after 30 some years in Roscommon.