Every time I come home I realize how much the sound of the doors opening and closing evokes memories for me, particular ones with particular portals. My bedroom door; my parents bathroom door; the front door downstairs. Is it just me? Does everyone hold in their neurons sounds as precise as these? Sweep of wood against wood, click of metal knob, slide of latch? No taste of madeleines for me; not even my mother’s perfume is so powerful.