As we move forward in time we leave behind the ghosts of our own departed loves. All the efforts we make to look back and keep them with us—memory, storytelling, photographs, and videos—just serve to drive them further away into the uncapturable past. We watch helplessly as the shades of our grandparents and parents, our own youthful selves, even the beautiful and beloved faces of our young children, fade away down the long slope of the past.
