Like a vanishing footprint in a desert sandstorm, the mastery of memories escapes our tenacious grasp. We’re always reaching for more than is available. Remembering is something like groping for distant horizons, not attaining crystal clear perceptions. I'd wager memory is made up of impressions, stamps, and traces and can be pictured as a sort of porous container that retains something like shadows and/or reflections.
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