"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it"
Time makes fun of memory. As time passes, I remember some acquaintances, places and events so vividly while other memories fade. Perhaps everyone interpret the same events differently. Memory - an event that dwells on the past in the space of the present moment. Memories, fragmented, scattered and often unreliable. Besides, the accumulation of objects as time passes - handwritten notes, photographs, textiles, organic matters - that serve as stimulants and props to memories.
George Santayana
Time makes fun of memory. As time passes, I remember some acquaintances, places and events so vividly while other memories fade. Perhaps everyone interpret the same events differently. Memory - an event that dwells on the past in the space of the present moment. Memories, fragmented, scattered and often unreliable. Besides, the accumulation of objects as time passes - handwritten notes, photographs, textiles, organic matters - that serve as stimulants and props to memories.
How do we store the physical reminders then? In albums, biscuit tins, cardboard boxes, drawers, we store away relics and mementos of the past. Our reminiscences are fraught with feelings. It's a matter of joy, sorrow, pride, regret, nostalgia or amusement. Then, through them, we construct identity, meaning and purpose.
Apart from replaying memories like a recording device, it filters and selects, stores and distorts. Much I have forget, but I cannot remember what I'd forgot.
Some people would avoid memories like the plague. Some would long for memories to stay. Be it good or evil, time and memory are interdependent, often engage in dialectical flux.
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