The Thing that Made You
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“someone will remember us
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I say
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even in another time”
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— Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
How do we inhabit the world of memory? To begin with, we let go of the belief that memories are reliable, and accept that they are stories we make up about the past, filled in equal parts, with truth and lies.
The dead spring back to life, every time we call them to memory in our dreams. Sleeping or awake this connection between past and present, creates conversations with them. Conversations we never had the chance, or perhaps courage to have when the dead were living.
What lies hidden in a family album?
