Faced with this claustrophobic reality, wouldn't you live in your memory?
But Proust's sense of memory was no idle exercise in nostalgia. He believed that memory was life..." - The Neuroscience of Proust
"The moment you remember the taste is the same moment you forget its true flavor; the present is constantly corrupting the past.
To put it another way, memories are like photographs, vulnerable to the grease of our fingertips. You touch them too much and all you see are the markings of your own hand."
