will there be a last letter some day...

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?

               from a letter by Sandor Krasna, read by a narrator,
               in the film Sans Soleil, Chris Marker, dir.

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