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An oversight and a reminiscence.
A trace is such that it never reveals itself entirely.
Memories from childhood, the confused dreams in the morning, the remains found underground…all carry a
missing part, a constant threat of erasure. It is the rebellious past that refuses itself to the inquisitive present.
When opening an old drawer of a house, wandering off in a street cherished by childhood, leafing through an old
history book from school…the past infiltrates itself instantaneously.
But memories, like words, often flee away, and others erupt without invitation. The vacillations of our minds give
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