The ephemeral memories are more easily threatened than sturdier, less impermanent ones.
It doesn't quite work out like that: the prose is a tad more elegant, but until page 170 or so, I am once again held prisoner in a world of ephemeral school memories, irrelevant aunties, and anecdotes redolent of Christmas round robin letters: "In the spring of 1977, Mum and Dad bought a large static caravan on a site in Lawrenny, West Wales".
The ephemeral, digital memories stacked, one after the other, on Twitter.
Mr. Tun Win Aung said that he and his wife gravitated to white because they feel it emphasizes the ephemeral quality of memory.
It weaves their ephemeral and delicate memories of the deceased with Trace's own experience of grief.
This is not about deleting knowledge or censoring/sanitizing behaviour; it's about being appropriately sympathetic to the ephemeral character of (human) memory — which, being flexible rather than rigid, allows individuals and societies to move on.
And as Florence King put it: "True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories".
A refrain about my generation is that we are too ephemeral and that our memories are too fleeting.
Rather, the astonishing quality of this book lies in her striking reminder that we have an innate responsibility to ourselves - and to our loved ones -- to carve out precious spaces of time in order to create memories, however ephemeral, and to tend to our most valuable relationships that are ironically so easy to take for granted.
They are ephemeral but create that perfect memory for us that cements that brand in our psyche.
