The space between two memories

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

∆ Jorge Luis Borges, After a While

“Memory (the deliberate act of remembering) is a form of willed creation. It is not an effort to find out the way it really was—that is research. The point is to dwell on the way it appeared and why it appeared in that particular way.”

“I was never really insane except on occasions where my heart was touched.”