The Labyrinth Library of Memory

What is worth remembering?

Last night I dreamt I was back in Sri Lanka.

I wasn’t on the southern coast where I first fell in love with the turquoise waters of the Indian ocean, or wandering through the tea hills. Somehow, I had found my way into the “Maligawa” (මාලිගාව) palace archives. I spent what felt like hours pulling ancient manuscripts from towering shelves, each one older …