Saturday, 25 June 2011

The weightless horror of an unshared memory

There's a terror — vertiginous, nauseating — to gazing back upon an expanse of your life to find that it has lost weight and meaning. It has become ashen, insubstantial, cobwebby. Because now it is only yours. And being only yours, it is an irrelevance.

For I think relevance is a social phenomenon. Relevance is gained through a kind of binding action. Relevance must have a subject and an object — a thing must be relevant to another thing. A thing cannot be relevant to itself.

So — central to the relevance of a memory is that memory's being shared.

Walking about with a headful of irrelevant memories is something like carrying a suitcase stuffed with Deutschmarks everywhere you go.

Like currency, our memories have value in transaction with others.

We accumulate them joyfully — saving, building, nesting. This activity seems to have a vector: direction and momentum. That which we are accumulating seems so reassuringly ours, so fine, so secure.

But, overnight, our lovingly accumulated currency is devalued.

And we're left with suitcases full of pretty, useless pieces of paper.


All the same, it is in a sense wonderful to be reminded that the most important thing in the world is — after all — to share, to communicate.

(Not for nothing, it seems, do I work as a Communications Coordinator.)

I do not know whether this is so for everybody. All I know is that, for me, no experience takes on true dimensionality and meaning until it is somehow communicated. Events, stories, memories are terrifyingly weightless — unless they be shared.

So let's share. Let's share all we can.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I agree. Nothing seems solid real until I've distorted it into a shape to show. Bizarre, though. Thought it was only my own quirk...


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