{"id":2757,"date":"2026-06-17T18:14:40","date_gmt":"2026-06-17T18:14:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=2757"},"modified":"2026-06-17T18:14:40","modified_gmt":"2026-06-17T18:14:40","slug":"time-is-its-own-labyrinth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=2757","title":{"rendered":"Time is its own labyrinth&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I turn a corner and I&#8217;m back on a street I remember, a house I knew as a child &#8211; the child the father of the man. I haven&#8217;t seen those steps for decades but they seem unchanged to me. Did some unbidden whisper of a memory lead me here, an old route resurfaced in the mind? Or was it rascal chance? All the child times when I knew this place come back to me. They feel no less real in review than they did when they were part of the unfurling present. The house was whole and smarter then, no weeds growing out of the brickwork, no off-cant host of bells and buzzers to a dozen divided rooms. But in my moment rolling by it all feels raw and recent, no distant yesterday. And self feels no different gazing out at the world, only a little scuffed and more cautious. I go softly from the encounter.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/PXL_20260614_120744551.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-2758\" src=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/PXL_20260614_120744551.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"512\" srcset=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/PXL_20260614_120744551.jpeg 640w, https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/PXL_20260614_120744551-300x240.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I turn a corner and I&#8217;m back on a street I remember, a house I knew as a child &#8211; the child the father of the man. I haven&#8217;t seen those steps for decades but they seem unchanged to me. Did some unbidden whisper of a memory lead me here, an old route resurfaced in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2757","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-henry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2757","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2757"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2757\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2759,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2757\/revisions\/2759"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2757"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2757"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2757"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}