This book is very interesting. The main argument is that it’s worth considering that what we’ve lost, what we’ve forgotten is hugely important to who we are and how we got here.
There are some things about my life I deeply miss, Grandparents, John Mcenroe in his prime, watching Pebble Mill with Mum, new episodes of Frasier, the shock of knowing Darth Vader was Luke’s father.
I never think about these things much, but they make ME as much as new stuff I’ve picked up along the way. Not to mention the things I wish I was born in time for – that are lost forever.
Maybe progress is as much about what we discard as what we gain. I’m not sure where to go with this, but I’m sure it will pop up in relation to something soon.
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