A walk down memory lane ~

It’s too facile to say that the mysteries of “Twin Peaks” can be waved off as “just a dream.” But from “Eraserhead” to “Lost Highway” to “Mulholland Dr.,” Lynch has long shown a fascination with how fragile our reality can be, given that so much of our understanding of ourselves and our world is defined by what our brains have retained — often hazily. We tend to remember dreams as a series of connected events that seemed vivid and logical at the time, but that recede as we try to piece them back together. That’s not too far removed from how we sometimes recall our own pasts.





(via Uncanny)

Narrator: From this fake tower - the only thing that Hitchcock had added - he imagined Scotty as time's fool of love, finding it impossible to live with memory without falsifying it. Inventing a double for Madeline in another dimension of time, a zone that would belong only to him and from which he could decipher the indecipherable story that had begun at Golden Gate when he had pulled Madeline out of San Francisco Bay, when he had saved her from death before casting her back to death. Or was it the other way around?

(from Sans Soleil)

Narrator: 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 like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened."

"Look! It's me with my mother!"

Because the happiness, because the irony
Because the importance, because it is funny
Because the promise, because the faith
Memory is remembered

Whether daily, whether eventful
Whether beautiful, whether sad
Whether planned, whether accidental
Memory is made everyday

Because the time, because the nature
Because the trauma, because the secret
Because the plan, because the fear
Memory is forgotten

For the shame of dignity, for the hunger of power
In white lies, in written history
By erasing some fact, by adding impact
Memory is manipulated

By the flash of look, by the said word
By the thing, by the thought
By the shocking impact, by unconscious dream
Memory is triggered again

Man on an ice floe, 1922, Sweden.

Unknown woman, 1910s, Sweden

Ovo me malo podsjeća na onu tvoju temu na Iskonu. Znala sam je čitati noću kad me mučila nesanica:)

Kako se zvala? Ein Traum?

Spring rain. Summer heat. Autumn fields. Winter winds.

Rabarbara wrote:Ovo me malo podsjeća na onu tvoju temu na Iskonu. Znala sam je čitati noću kad me mučila nesanica:)

Kako se zvala? Ein Traum?

Many, many moons ago... Kao da je bitan i naziv i sadrzaj. Tabula rasa je ionako jedini pejzaz koji ostaje.

This place is like somebody's memory of a town, and the memory is fading