The past itself, as historical change continues to accelerate, has become the most surreal of subjects - making it possible... to see a new beauty in what is vanishing.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The beauty of the past belongs to the past.
The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present.
The past is really almost as much a work of the imagination as the future.
We're all struggling to get out of the past. We see something that reminds us of something, and then we bring our baggage into the present. Then we project it onto people constantly.
The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now.
I think the beautiful thing about the past is that it leads you to the present.
The past always looks better than it was. It's only pleasant because it isn't here.
The past is malleable and flexible, changing as our recollection interprets and re-explains what has happened.
Why does the past seem so magical, so fraught, so luminous? At the time it was just, ugh, another boring bloody day. But, to look back on, it's a day full of miracles and light and extraordinary events. Why is this? What process do we apply to the past, to give it this vividness? I don't know.
Our pasts so many times determine the value of what is happening today. Everybody is midway in their story.
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