Memory can be a teacher, a nemesis, a trickster, a temptress or a shelter from the storm. It can be a microscope or a telescope, a still image or a motion picture. Publishers and readers understand the differences between an autobiography and a memoir – the latter being more of an impressionistic canvas than a photograph. Both can be deceptive and manipulated, and both can demonstrate “Brownian motion” as well as reality.
Memories are the residue of experience, a record of where we’ve been and what we’ve done. Like going home, I would not want to live there, but some memories are worth another visit.