tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12520568.post111908177117414045..comments2023-08-01T23:51:18.831+09:30Comments on manifesto sock puppet: nostalgia 1 - forgetting and rememberingpuppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112918088640402854noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12520568.post-1120058550397956912005-06-30T00:52:00.000+09:302005-06-30T00:52:00.000+09:30PS- of course we are who we remember ourselves to ...PS- of course we are who we remember ourselves to be. And of course we are not. There is no "us" outside of memory. In one sense, that is all we can be and that is why remembering ourselves becomes more important as time passes. In the other sense, we are a thousand different people - one for each memory that someone may keep of us. From a bitter ex-lover, to a person we sat next to on a bus. All narratives exist concurrently and change over time and in the telling.rapunzel.emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02408465434218332148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12520568.post-1120057899157407362005-06-30T00:41:00.000+09:302005-06-30T00:41:00.000+09:30Dear,I never heard you write so softly. So gently....Dear,<BR/><BR/>I never heard you write so softly. So gently. <BR/>A contrast to the hurricane of now, the past is as real as it is a lie.<BR/>No truth lies beneath or behind it.<BR/> <BR/>The past is made of fragments and narrative - and nostalgia is romance fiction. <BR/><BR/>Nostalgia is often the refusal to let go of our own narrative, to consider others - sometimes this is important, and sometimes it is damaging. Only other stories shared can fill the gaps. <BR/><BR/>When you speak about obliteration, I shudder - obliteration is inevitiable. But in the meantime, we must live with our pasts inside and all around us and we must learn to love them. <BR/><BR/>humanontheinsiderapunzel.emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02408465434218332148noreply@blogger.com