I will have spent my life trying to understand the function of remembering,
which is not the opposite of forgetting, but rather its lining. We do not
remember. We rewrite memory much as history is rewritten. How can
one remember thirst.
I’ve been around the world several times and now only banality still interests
me. On this trip I’ve tracked it with the relentlessness of a bounty hunter. At
dawn we’ll be in Tokyo.