The past, la plus belle histoire de ma vie

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Marcel Proust considers nostalgia and recollection as different things. He regards the former as illogical, and the latter as "memoire voluntaire". The past resurfaces at an unnoticeable time. There must be a kind of opportunity or a chance encounter.

With many memories stirring up within me, disturbing my halcyon days, I think back to the study group that took place the day before yesterday. Observing from afar, I begin to understand nostalgia more clearly after a span of many years.

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What has been can no longer be once more, or will be a kind of copy, but that will be totally different. I never can use another period of memories to cover that time, for it cannot be replaced.

Like this, the memories keep returning. I wonder how vast the capacity of the human mind is and what is its structure. Have we unconsciously closed a few doors while the memories return? Or, is it as Marcel Proust has written about recollection? I do not know, but I am grateful for it all.