Roads to Berlin

Ik zal afscheid nemen van mijn vrienden en weggaan zonder weg te gaan vanwege de herinneringen die ik meeneem en achterlaat en als ik terugkom zal alles anders zijn en toch hetzelfde en voorgoed veranderd.

When a memory fails to appear, it seems as though the time when it was created did not really exist, and maybe that is true. Time itself is nothing; only the experience of it is something. When that dies, it assumes the form of a denial, the symbol of mortality, what you have already lost before you lose everything. When his friend had said something similar to his father, his response had been, "If you had to retain everything, you’d explode. There’s simply not enough space for it all. Forgetting is like medicine; you have to take it at the right time.