Twenty-Five Acres of Memory

A childhood paradise and an adolescent prison, resurrected one image at a time

These memories surfaced one sentence at a time, spoken into my phone on morning walks along the Gihon River, my dogs leading the way. That's how I first started writing my memoirs — not at a desk, but in motion, unearthing things I didn't know I still carried. Later, I fed those fragments to Open AI's DALL-E Image Playground, refining prompts until the …