Wow! I spent most of this morning trying to think about my own Haunting Index and it was an incredible experience. I was flooded with memories of so many of the things and people that have touched and changed me.
Here are one or two from each category:
Book ~ And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos ~ John Berger
Film ~ Aguirre, The Wrath of God ~ Werner Herzog
Image ~ The Swing ~ Jean-Honoré Fragonard
Place ~ The market in Port Louis, Mauritius
Sound ~ My grandfather clearing his throat in the room next door to reassure me at night in the summers
Taste ~ My grandmother’s macaroni & cheese and her fillet de boeuf sauce madère
Moment ~ Descending into the Ngorongoro crater in the Serengeti, at dawn
Ritual ~ Sharing a Bounty bar with my mother, sitting in the car while going under the washing rollers
Childhood ~ ladybug cemetery, Arthur, new kid, stars, reading, Marine, playing
Obsession ~ theviolenceofpunctuation & getting lost
Object ~ my grandmother’s ring, a mounted Napoleon III coin
Other~ The life/memory of trees
What haunting means to me: Haunting is eternal. It’s when the external feels immediate inside. It leads to joy, ecstasy even, but also despair and depression. You don’t always know when something will haunt you, or why it does.
What does your Index look like??