Perhaps itโs that you canโt go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. They become the tangible landscape of memory, the places that made you, and in some way you too become them. They are what you can possess and in the end what possesses you.
Rebecca SolnitThe art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss.
Rebecca Solnit