on and on and on

A couple I met on the ship left us at Miami and continued their cruise north and east and south, ever since July 8.  I just received their last communique as they were leaving Yangon, Mianmar. They were going to spend 9 hours in Phuket before heading to Singapore, where we all started last March 23, and flying home. So they really did go around the world, more places than our original cruise had planned. WOW.  The shore excursions they have taken have given their life a different focus, constantly changing and yet the same.  I will be very interested to learn about their re-entry and their rehabilitation to land life. 

"Different living is not living in different places/But creating in the mind a map..."  I think that's how it goes.

I looked it  up.  I thought it was the beginning of a poem by Cecil Day-Lewis (1904-1972)  (father of Daniel, the actor), but I  was wrong. It's by Stephen Spender (1909-1995). Remember that for Trivial Pursuit.  I guess we all create maps, daily ones, to aid us in our navigation of this strange habitat.  It keeps changing and so do we. 

Well, maybe I'll look it up now. I hope i can find my way back....

I did and I did, and discovered my error, one that I've held for a long time. Well, here's one I'm pretty sure is by C. Day-Lewis:

"So this is I that was an I twenty-five years ago... "  But I'd better check.

I can't find it.  Can anyone help me?  I've been quoting that for years (everything I do I've been doing for years) and now the earth has shifted under my feet. Oh dear.  My mind is like the walls of a large bathroom, with quotations and neat lines and aphorisms pasted all over them/it.  Some of them are scraps, ripped or stained, tattered and fuzzy.  Fuzzy is bad. 

Maybe I should redecorate.