


Any nostalgia I feel is literary. I remember my childhood, but they're rhythmic tears, in which prose is already being formed...I feel nostalgia for scenes. Thus someone else's childhood can move me as much as my own; both are purely visual phenomena from a past I'm unable to fathom, and my perception of them is literary. They move me, yes, but because I see them, not because I remember them.


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