“How Far are we from Yesterday?” Martha Marcy Lay Marlene (Movie 2011)
“Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector’s passion borders on the chaos of memories”.
“…ownership is the most intimate relationship that one can have to objects. Not that they come alive in him; it is he who lives in them. So I have erected one of his dwellings, with books as the building stones, before you, and now he is going to disappear inside, as is only fitting”.
Unpacking My Library | Walter Benjamin
No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory – this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me it was me… Whence did it come? What did it mean? How could I seize and apprehend it? … And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeline which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before mass), when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt Léonie used to give me, dippint it first in her own cup of tea or tisane. The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it. And all from my cup of tea.”
A la Recherche du Temps Perdu | Marcel Proust
“the work of art can recapture the lost and thus save it from destruction, at least in our mind. Art triumphs over the destructive power of time”
Wikipedia on Marcel Proust’s “A la recherche du temps perdu”
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