Remember, Remember,

The nights before September,

When taking an author to bed, felt soft and tender,

And between the covers, lay our greatest defender,

T’was a time, without the Vainly Ignorant Pretender.

Remember, Remember,

The Knights before surrender,

For a battle lost, over creaking timber,

When memories burned, with smells of ember,

Never to be forgotten, upon the death of December.

What we have here is roughly half of my collection I captured of The Sylvia Beach Hotel.

I am deeply disturbed that I still cannot find my other device, which I used as physical storage for photos and videos from last summer. It contained so much more documentation of SBH and life at the time. In time, and on A Blog Cut Into Slices, I will give the deeper reasonings of what SBH meant to me personally. For now, trust that passion eclipses my short span of patronage, and in time I find a way to will build a new SBH—housed in a new body, yet bearing the same soul.

As with the other pages, my vision is to share what I’ve got here and have y’all reach out to me with your collections as well. I will put your name here on this page (if you want; if not, I’ll come up with an anonymous ghost name for you) and include a link to a new page that hosts all of your respective collections..

AManCutIntoSlices@gmail.com