âThat’s what we are, we humans âcreatures that can forget. We have a horizon, beyond which we can remember very little. Nothing can reside in our minds forever, etched into us. No resentment, and no joy. Time rubs it away. Sleep rubs it away âsleep, the factory of forgetting. And through forgetting, we reorganize our world, replace our old selves with new ones.â
The mountain in the sea. Ray Nayler.
Itâs hard to say how much actually happened and how much is the work of âmemory overlayâ through more than fifteen years. Not sure which I prefer, either. But, in any case, itâs been good to be back for a little bit.
