"I'd like to think I will never remember this particular moon, seen from the particular angle of this balcony on this night, but if I forget, I will never know that I've forgotten, as is the nature of forgetting. I've forgotten so much-almost all I've seen. Experience washes over us in great waves. Memory is a drop caught in a flask, concentrated and briny, nothing like the fresh abundance from which it came." Pg 284
— Sep 18, 2022 02:36PM
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