SEEN FROM INSIDE A MOVING TRAIN

It occurred to him that, in the past, in college, he would have later analyzed this, in bed, with eyes closed, studying the chronology of images – memories, he’d realized at some point, were images, which one could crudely arrange into slideshows or, with effort, sort of GIFs, maybe – but now, unless he wrote about it, storing the information where his brain couldn’t erase it, place it behind a toll, or inadvertently scramble its organization, or change it gradually, by increments smaller than he could discern, without his knowledge, so it became both lost and unrecognizable, he probably wouldn’t remember most of this in a few days and, after weeks or months, he wouldn’t know it had been forgotten, like a barn seen from inside a moving train that is later torn down, its wood carried elsewhere on trucks.

– Tao Lin, Taipei

Haven’t read Taipei yet (came across this quote here), but it’s in a new stack of recent purchases (beneath Speedboat and The Fun Parts), and I may turn to it after finishing the The Orphan Master’s Son.

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