WHAT DOES TIME DO TO MEMORY?

     

    How much and what parts of memory are "edited?" To what extent is memory an act of imagination and, as such, "over reliant" on it? Questions Julian Barnes wrestles with in his novel, The Sense of an Ending As I look at the entries I've made in these pages, I wonder how real is my portrayal of myself and my times—how I would like to be seen verses how I was, what it was like, how I am?  As we lose our peers, our ability to check "the witnesses who could corroborate our memories" is diminished. I constantly find myself in that predicament as there are so very few around anymore to authenticate. And aside from increasing "brain freezes," what have I missed altogether? 

     

    Cross posted from Dennie's Blog

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