Day after day, there are events, anecdotes, days of birth or death to be remembered.
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“I look at myself like a plant. My past, my memories are my roots that nourish me. I am what I have absorbed from them. There were experiences that did not provide much nourishment, but there are some that still have an impact today. This could be a production, or a friendship, love or work relationship. I remember less about things that did not nourish or inspire me. For me, memory and nostalgia are not faded, faded old pictures, but roots that…