I remember / je me souviens
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For those limbic bursts of nostalgia, invented by Proust, miniaturized by Nicholson Baker, and freeze-dried by Joe Brainard in his I remember and by Georges Perec in his Je me souviens.

But there are no fractions, the world is an integer
Like us, and like us it can neither stand wholly apart nor disappear.
When one is young it seems like a very strange and safe place,
But now that I have changed it feels merely odd, cold
And full of interest.
          --John Ashbery, "A Wave"

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


Wednesday, November 23, 2005
I remember our school van was stopped by a bunch of rioters after the Ayodhya Babri Masjid destruction. (I think there was a
bandh that day, but it wasn't declared till later in the morning.) It was close to the local mosque... we shouldn't have taken that route in the first place. There was only one Muslim girl among us. I was surprised that she was as scared as everyone else. I don't know if I thought that the crowd would know her religion and not hurt her, or if somehow, I saw her as belonging to the attackers' side, and it was them against us, and it was hence unexpected that she was sharing our fear.


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