What’s an irrecollection?
Imagine you live in a cave, bound to the floor, facing a wall; there’s another wall behind you. You’ve lived in that cave your entire life, and you know nothing about the outside world. You can’t see what’s happening behind you: you can only see shadows of it on the wall in front of you.
When we write, we cast shadows; when we read, observe shadows.
This a place for writing, by writers. It’s about telling stories and perfecting the craft. It’s food for thoughtlessness.