Dec 03, 2006 17:31
It affects me less and less - almost doesn't occur to me anymore at all... but when it does, it still affects me in the same tragic ways as it did as it was happening. As I think back, I can't help but think that I was right at the time: I'd rather have been stuck with an inanimate predicament than these inaccurate memories.
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I'd also recommend WG Sebald's Vertigo where he explores the nature of memory and recollection. It is full of such gems as: "The more images I gathered from the past ... the more unlikely it seemed to me that the past had actually happened in this or that way, for nothing about it could be called normal: most of it was absurd, and if not absurd, then appalling."
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actually a thought inspired by (mm-hmm) cree summer's still heart "even as blood and bone I can tolerate a still heart, but I can't stand being alone" and four or so years worth of embitterment.
you read me well, Mr. Mur. :)
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There isn't much to see in my journal. I mostly surf around and read and comment in other journals, but rarely post in my own. When I do it's usually something superficial and I delete old posts. I find other people more interesting to read than myself to write about.
Cheers. :-)
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Again, thanks for being so verbose. I often wonder who these people are and what they must think. I don't mind a bit, it's what it's here for!
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