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Epigraph

Did I not once upon a time have a lovable childhood, heroic and fabulous, to be written on leaves of gold, an excess of good fortune?

RIMBAUD, Matin

His voice lasted just a few moments. A fleeting tremor, never to be repeated.

PRAMOEDYA ANANTA TOER, ‘Yang Sudah Hilang’

‘My dreams are like other people’s waking hours…My memory, sir, is like a garbage heap.’

BORGES, ‘Funes, His Memory’