We live in absent time, and every great theoretician of memory (from Plato to Proust) knows it. Heidegger called it ekstatic, that anxious center held between past and future, always rooted in impossible memory of one’s unwanted beginning. Or Freud (yes, Freud) who warned us that everything we do, we do as if guided by a phantom of our unknown and likely never-to-be-known selves.
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