I
‘I mean perhaps in the end you do manage to forget about the past; but then it’s the past that remembers you.’
(Francesca Marciano: Casa rossa)
II
‘And meanwhile you were the only one condemned to know that in reality the facts of themselves do not explain a thing, that under their shiny membrane everything remains perpetually in need of being discovered, given a justification, connected…
[…]
‘…the history of As If … our life passes, in carrying on As If…’
(Carlo Fruttero & Franco Lucentini: La donna della domenica)
III
‘I remember days and gestures that go like the tracing out of a crack, they launch out randomly to work out a way of lasting…
[...]
‘We are fish upon the surface of the water.’
(Erri de Luca: Tre cavalli)
Would these gestures have the courage to launch if they knew themselves to be random?
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