{"id":4003,"date":"2024-05-07T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-05-07T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=4003"},"modified":"2024-05-03T15:18:54","modified_gmt":"2024-05-03T13:18:54","slug":"im-starting-to-think-proust-was-a-liar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2024\/05\/im-starting-to-think-proust-was-a-liar\/","title":{"rendered":"I\u2019m starting to think Proust was a liar"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right has-normal-font-size\"><strong>Author:<\/strong> M.W.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size\">I\u2019m starting to think Proust was a liar,<br>because the more I pass by<br>the places I brought my dog before she died<br>the further that time gets from me,<br>and all my childhood does is slip away<br>like the sticks we\u2019d throw in rivers<br>and chase downstream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size\">I can\u2019t hold her anymore, that is the thing.<br>I can hold the wooden box that holds her ashes.<br>I can sob as I do it.<br>I cannot hold her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size\">No amount of fairy cakes nor hula hoops can bring me back,<br>I will be dragged bleeding through the briars, to end up nowhere at all.<br>Knees scraped, and like it was then my hair will be knotty and blonde<br>yet my dog will still be dead,<br>the old trees will still be cut down.<br>The grass will still grow in her racetracks,<br>And the rain will wear the gravestones down.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Author: M.W. I\u2019m starting to think Proust was a liar,because the more I pass bythe places I brought my dog before she diedthe further that time gets from me,and all my childhood does is slip awaylike the sticks we\u2019d throw in riversand chase downstream. I can\u2019t hold her anymore, that is the thing.I can hold [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1002770,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[80],"tags":[81],"class_list":{"0":"post-4003","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-2024-spring","7":"tag-madeleine-the-proust-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4003","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1002770"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4003"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4003\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4218,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4003\/revisions\/4218"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4003"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4003"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4003"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}