But I didn’t understand, then, how important memory is, for how do we know who we are without memory? How does anyone else know who we are, but for their memories of us?
How does one scene impress itself on us, so that we remember it better than we should if we were in it? Or rest, just below the surface, present, but unnoticed?
It was as if he understood that the authentic must begin in the voice. And through the texture of the voice—its moral and psychological claims—sensory details emerge with absolute authority.
We live our lives and then relive them on the page in a relentless search for some nugget of discovery, some further comprehension of what it all means.
Stop worrying about Buzzfeed and worry about yourself. That moment when you realize the Internet has changed the way you write. The darker side of the Internet writing business. Your…
"We live in a moment where images fill our lives in more obvious ways than words. Every day we scroll through Tumblrs, memes and gifs, a parade of images as completely absorbing as it is mind numbing."