IMPROBABLE FICTIONS

'I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.'
- The Winter of Our Discontent, John Steinbeck

For me, it is impossible to feel an emotion as past. Thus I know that I was sad, but I have no consciousness of any state of sadness. In order for these nonaffective images of sadness to renew their original meaning and their life, I am obliged to retranslate them into affective terms; but then I relapse into emotional states in the present, which is to say that it is my present self that is sad, and no longer only my past self.

La question de la ‘mémoire’ affective by Edouard Claparède (via hermionejg)

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