4 posts tagged “memories”

I accidently erased all the text messages recorded in my cell phone. Stupid me.

There's a sentimentalist archivist imp mourning inside me now.

I love Paris. I really do. But spending four days for work here brings back from my memories all the annoying little details, the crowded and overheated metro and trains, the rush, the frustrating feeling that people you've met here one month ago don't recognize you anymore, the pollution leaving you so dirty inside and outside by the end of the day.

I remember my time in Paris with fondness though - when was it, three years ago already? - living with Annette... the musée d'Orsay late openings... buying Gwador thanks to my expenses...this guy from work taking me out in August, treating me as if I was his daughter... the feeling of independance it gave me to be away from home from Monday morning to Friday night... I realize I can't remember any week end from this period of time.

One of my most distant memories is about coming back from kindergarten, holding my mum's hand, and telling her all about my day, and especially about my little cat's whereabouts. When I was two, I had an imaginery cat. He - because it was a he - was accompanying me in my life, and I only could see him, with my mind's eyes. He was my Jiminy Cricket, my wise guide, and my friend. He was immensely valued and dear to me.

Then one day he went away. I had grown up.

There is no imaginary cat in my adult's life. Only imps living inside the computers, a house-elf in my appartment who forgets to do the dishes one day out of two, my Fantasy Man showing up at nights, a smart rabbit watching over my plants, Aragorn guarding the book shelves... and a dragon in my blog.

I was watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again the other day. As brilliant as it is, this movie has the power of making me feel weird. Those geeks erasing people's minds with their artisanal equipment and their home-made programs are far from what we could expect from such anticipation techniques - which would be worthy of a futuristic universe à la Johnny Mnemonic.

But it's not a cyberpunk kind of movie, it's a poetic one.

It's not advertising tech of the future, it's bringing imagination to our world.

It's not intented to make us fear technology, but our own selfishness. Because when you think about it, one don't need computer devices to clean one's mind. Those of you who've been keeping a journal for several years, go read some of the first pages and see how much of the facts you actually remember, and how your subconscious has diddled you.