Places are produced in that wonderful interaction of people, place, narrative, and time. When the people desert these places, narratives are forgotten, ties break, and the place is unmade. What is un-remembered in abandonment cannot be re-remembered in transient automobile suburbs with too few places for shared experience and story making. The extreme is amnesia, and it means that those afflicted do not know who they are anymore. They are disoriented, isolated, and robbed of the ability to recognize emotional attachments to others. The sufferers do not have a coherent story anymore. Un-remembering is the enemy of good places and of public history.
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Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated.
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I can only wait for the final amnesia, the one that can erase an entire life.
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Right now I'm having amnesia and deja-vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before.
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Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time.
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We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished-for state. When did history become a bad word?
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Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before.
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