Lisa’s Reviews > A Far-Flung Life > Status Update

Finished reading; RTC.

If the thing you remember is called a memory, what's the work for a thing you've forgotten?

I don't actually thing there is a specific word for a thing you've forgotten.

Is that because you don't remember what you've forgotten?
I reckon there should be a word. 'Forgetment," say. A 'forgetment' is the opposite of memory. Everything turns into a forgetment eventually.

There is a time when anything is possible: a time when we could be whoever we dream of being. Then life gets in the way, and our existence shrinks to a single moment. . . .

There are some events you can't come back from. . . A single moment in your past denies you a future: condemning you a death in life.

Maybe we're all just stories in the end . . . My family's version of my story isn't much like mine.

We think we know who we are: that each day, we'll wake up more or less the same person. Bu just as rocks are weathered, we are perpetually formed and changed by time and experience until we leave this world with not a single cell we came in with. . . . Sometimes, instead of a gradual metamorphosis, a single event changes a life completely, and when it does, it changes everyone who has ever loved them.

Above all, you keep them [the sheep station diaries] because, a day at a time, they help you make sense of the world; add shape and meaning to a life as subject to chance as any roll of the dice.

It's funny . . . You feed them the same. You love them the same. But every child's its own country.