Mar. 15th, 2014

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When we need to remember what we've forgotten we return to how we found it out, so much more memorable than the knowledge itself.

Which makes sense: it's diffused in the world where it's so. While in the memory of the world where it wasn't it was neither everywhere nor nowhere. Like the key to a lock is everywhere and nowhere inside it until found. The realization that there is a key, is it that moment we remember? Actually finding may be almost an afterthought from there, some mechanical or horizontal chore.

Hence the obsession with youth. Not with most of it - the trapped feelings, the transparentness, the awkwardness. Most of youth we discard with a vengeance. But those moments where we came to know of the few forgettable things that we need - what else would obsess us? Not the unforgettable ones. Here they are. We don't pat them for reassurance since none's needed.

The few forgettable things. The key to each a different moment. A different last moment where no key was known. But a falling moment, not a staying. Step just onto one and hold still and the rest will return.

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