this is a small (one of my favorite) excerpt from a book my boyfriend and i have been reading at night. i felt that it perfectly represented the word avenoir.



"They traveled on foot. They traveled in empty railcars. They were always on the move.

  "But in truth," said Bull, "we are going nowhere. That, my friend, is the irony of our constant movement."

  Edward rode in Bull's bedroll, slung over Bull's shoulder with only his head and ears sticking out. Bull was always careful to not position the rabbit so that he was not looking down or up, but was, instead, forever looking behind him, at the road they had just traveled."

      -The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane



Avenoir - n. the desire that memory could flow backward

We take it for granted that life moves forward. But you move as a rower moves, facing backwards: you can see where you’ve been, but not where you’re going. And your boat is steered by a younger version of you. It’s hard not to wonder what life would be like facing the other way…

this is my entry for eggpuff's Heart on Your Sleeve contest :)