Freud: we have no memories from our childhood, only memories that pertain to our childhood. Is a story merely a memory of a memory? How can a memory, which is grounded in an image (e.g., a light blue Rambler) and which rings so true to me, be false? If this is false, then what is truth? And why does this matter?
stem: david shields
perspectief: when we are not sure, we are alive. graham greene
titel: F, memory, 176
bron: reality hunger (2010)
mopw: meerstemmige encyclopedie / freud