“For here the day unravels what the night has woven. When we awake each
morning, we hold in our hands, usually weakly and loosely, but a few
fringes of the tapestry of a lived life, as loomed for us by forgetting.
However, with our purposeful activity and, even more, our purposive
remembering each day unravels the web and the ornaments of forgetting.”
Walter Benjamin, from Illuminations: Essays and Reflections (Schocken, 1969)