Sometimes I sense that to put real confidence in my memory I have to get to the end of all rememberings. That seems to say that I forego remembering. And now that strikes me as an accurate description of what it is to have confidence in one's memory.
          --Stanley Cavell, The Claim of Reason

I remember / je me souviens
I remeber how you told me about a man who had tried to fly into outerspace in a regular airplane and how the air got too thin and he crashed to the ground. I remeber we were at Granny's house in the living-room when you told me. Maybe I remeber it because my body felt what it was like to be up high since Granny lived on the 11th floor and we were used to the seventh. It was vertigo to be on her balcony and look down at the playground and wish you could just fly down there.. Anyway, the airplane story made me sad since he was so close to, in my mind, succeeding in penetrating the atmosphere- much closer to heaven than to earth, and then plummeting all the way down. That the air was too thin is what made me sad, and that we was so close...It was my first Icarus story -- it still makes me sad.

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