Memory is not the opposite of forgetting, but the inner connection of the ruins of time. Levi Strauss mentioned in "The Melancholy Tropics" that the remains of two ammonites were found on the same rock, and there may be a time distance of tens of thousands of years between them. If you measure the rings of trees with your fingers, the gaps between your fingers are the cracks in time—it drowns out private memories and then replaces them with collective narratives, buried in volcanic ash in sinking time.
Amid the deceit and injustice of history, what should we believe? Like all intellectuals, Marker is so reliant on metaphors. But above metaphor, he prefers to believe in all lovely things. After all, "Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!" In addition to the ghost that can summon the Zero Fighter, it can also summon the tabby cat of Gotoku Temple.
Finally, at the end of everything, in a "restricted area" that humans are destined to never reach, Chris Marker chooses to believe in electronic memory. It is a kind of complete memory, and the image light spots and sound fragments can cross the grand narrative and connect with the subconscious.
Travel is so sad for a righteous intellectual
Memory is not the opposite of forgetting, but the inner connection of the ruins of time. Levi Strauss mentioned in "The Melancholy Tropics" that the remains of two ammonites were found on the same rock, and there may be a time distance of tens of thousands of years between them. If you measure the rings of trees with your fingers, the gaps between your fingers are the cracks in time—it drowns out private memories and then replaces them with collective narratives, buried in volcanic ash in sinking time.
Amid the deceit and injustice of history, what should we believe? Like all intellectuals, Marker is so reliant on metaphors. But above metaphor, he prefers to believe in all lovely things. After all, "Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!" In addition to the ghost that can summon the Zero Fighter, it can also summon the tabby cat of Gotoku Temple.
Finally, at the end of everything, in a "restricted area" that humans are destined to never reach, Chris Marker chooses to believe in electronic memory. It is a kind of complete memory, and the image light spots and sound fragments can cross the grand narrative and connect with the subconscious.
For a righteous intellectual, travel is such a sad pastime, with the ashes of civilization and trapped people in sight. But "he" always carried a little hope--"If love without any illusions is still called love, I used to love it."
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