Combustibilul vietii – amintirile

Acest post este construit doar pe baza unor citate din cartea In noapre, Haruki Murakami. Comentarile sau gandurile mele ar fi intruzive in acest moment. Nu puteam sa spun mai bine, sau orice completare ar fi fost de un surplus.

Pentru a reda cat mai fidel gandurile lui Murakami in aceasta carte, am postat si varianta in limba engleza.

Memories

MEMORIA – After Dark, Haruki Murakami

Memoria este foarte ciudata. Indeasa la sertar tot felul de prostii de care nu-ti folosesc la nimic. Iar alte chestii importante si care iti sunt de folos se sterg una dupa alta.
Oamenii isi folosesc amintirile pe post de combustibil.

Ca sunt importante sau nu, asta nu conteaza cand este vorba sa te mentii in viata. Sunt combustib si atat. Ca e reclama de ziar, carte de filozofie, gravura erotica sau teanc de bani, daca le pui in foc, toate sunt ca niste bucati de hartie. Focul nu se gandeste “Oho, asta e Kant” cand le arde.
La fel si cu amintirile. Ca sunt importante sau nu, toate sunt combustibil, fara nicio diferenta.

 

Daca n-as fi avut combustibilul acesta, daca n-ar fi existat in mine sertarul cu amintiri, cred ca m-as fi rupt in doua cu multa vreme. Dar fiindca pot sa cotroboi prin sertar si sa scot cand am nevoie tot felul de amintiri, importante sau nu, pot si sa imi duc viata asta mai departe, cat o fi ea de viata de cosmar.

MEMORY – After Dark, Haruki Murakamy

Memory is so crazy! It’s like we’ve got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we just keep forgetting, one after the other

People’s memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.
Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn’t matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They’re all just fuel.

Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed ’em to the fire, they’re all just paper. The fire isn’t thinking ‘Oh, this is Kant,’ or ‘Oh, this is the Yomiuri evening edition,’ or ‘Nice tits,’ while it burns. To the fire, they’re nothing but scraps of paper. It’s the exact same thing.

Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there’s no distinction–they’re all just fuel.

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