For years, I have lived with the illusion that I would constantly remember all experiences in my life with the accuracy and transparency of their inception. It felt absurd I could ever forget specific events I have personally lived: moments enveloped in emotions, intertwined with other moments and more emotions, the whole turning into a lasting remembrance forever orbiting in the frictionless liquidity of my consciousness.
During my short visits to Greece, while living abroad, I got the first glimpses of the myopic, fallacious, and recklessly selective nature of my memory. Friends and relatives would recall relics of our childhood, adolescence, or early adulthood, and I would stare back with a blank gaze, probing feverishly through the obscurity of the past in an effort to retrieve this tiny piece of life – my life – that, I was surprised to discover, was almost permanently lost. [Read more…]