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We look at the past from today; we cannot look at it from anywhere else.

I build temples out of our feelings. Out of our desires, our disappointments. Dreams. Out of which was, but might slip away.

Suffering justifies our hard and ungainly life. For us pain is art.

Remembering is not a passionate or dispassionate retelling of a reality that is no more, but a new birth of the past, when time goes in reverse. Above all is creativity. As they narrate, people create, they write their life. Sometimes they also write up or rewrite.