We celebrated Remembrance Day yesterday. November is really the month of memories when souvenirs come back to us, one by one, or many of them all at once.
Poets and writers meditate on this theme and share their thoughts with us.
Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life and death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past.
We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events from the past are no longer in orbit around our minds.
There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn.
But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.
They remain with us forever, like a touchstone. » Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore