Reminiscences, even extensive ones, do not always amount to an autobiography. For autobiography has to do with time, with sequence and what makes up the continuous flow of life. Here, I am talking of a space, of moments and discontinuities. For even if months and years appear here, it is in the form they have at the moment of commemoration.
Walter BenjaminBoredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.
Walter Benjamin