[ in passing. for a. ]
"Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased," Polo said. "Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it. Or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little."
~ Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
Saturday, August 26, 2006
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"those images, shimmering in memory, are almost surreal, because they are not just the sight of my eyes, but the smells of my nose, the touch of my fingers, the taste of my tongue - textured to a place where words (fickle creatures) can not always go. no, words do no erase my memories," he said, "they try to follow them, to show you where it is that Venice that I've been to lies."
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