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421 pages, Hardcover
First published June 7, 2016
What was love if not a kind of forgetting? A forgetting about the inevitability of loss. Or was love more a kind of remembering? Remembering how badly we need to be needed, understood. Remembering that maybe it was the whole reason we were here.
[Avery] felt like she was digging deep and hitting stone. Then felt a strange panic about how much she had forgotten, just in the course of a normal life. People who were gone only lived on in your memory if you had memories. Why hadn’t she held on tighter?
Without memory you were a goldfish.
Swimming i n c i r c l e s
Without memories you were . . .
. . . no one.
“[H]ow do you form and maintain your identity if you have no memories?”
“You have the whole rest of your life ahead of you to make memories.”
“But how do I know how to be?”
“How does anybody? Most people only come into adulthood with a handful of vivid memories of their childhood anyway. There’s a forgetting curve that has been researched and documented. The longer you live, the less you remember. Don’t overvalue what you’ve lost.”
We are all dust. All dying. All losing. All forgetting. We are all leaving all the time.
"A whole generation oblivious to the truth of the human condition is a recipe for the collapse of society."