Then they took the SIM cards out of our phones and destroyed them before our eyes. They broke the memory.
When the Russian writer Svetlana Alexievich wrote a book about war, constructed out of the testimonies of hundreds of women, she insisted that she was not writing a history of war but a history of feelings. People told her that testimonies, memories, cannot be used to write history or even literature. But no, she responded, "it is precisely there, in the warm human voice, in the living reflection of the past, that the primordial joy is concealed and the insurmountable tragedy of life is laid bare. Its chaos and passion. Its uniqueness and inscrutability. Not yet subjected to any treatment. The originals."
Evidence of what my mother lived through, no, I have no such thing, only memories—if we can call memories this kit of congealed sensations that can't even be knitted into a story.
Apparently infants came into the world with a gift for mind reading, an instinct that faded once they began to grasp the meaning of words
why some people be mad at me sometimes
they ask me to remember
but they want me to remember
and i keep on remembering
"Socrates feared that the act of writing would create forgetfulness in the learners’ souls’