Past is so present, and the future is already forming.
How do we think about memory?
In what form does memory return as?
How does it break?
How does it appear in the present?
“I will have spent my life trying to understand the function of remembering, which is not the opposite of forgetting, but rather its lining. We do not remember, we rewrite memory, much as history is rewritten. How can one remember thirst?”