History and Memories

An interesting review on a local director's production, Invisible City. Not really on the movie of course, but the response elicited from the reviewer.

Let me quote what i found interesting :

" that as material things get demolished and destroyed, what's left are the memories of what once were. And when memories fade, become faulty, not get recorded in some medium as evidence of its existence, what then? "

" What I enjoyed about Invisible City, are the moments where it inevitably made you think, about existentialism, about memories, about immortality. The quest of some to want to leave their own mark in the vast world we live in, to make that drop of proclamation - "I was here!" - heard. "

" Do we need artifacts to convince us of something, of time capsules, buried treasures that need to be dug out, something to hold and feel, versus something more abstract, like memories, experiences, that are more difficult to preserve. "

" What makes history? I think history is made up of emotions. Emotions that are universal, emotions each of us are capable of feeling, that Invisible City is able to elicit. "

So what is left behind when we die? Should we even bother? Why do movies portray people having flashbacks when they are dying?

All we have with us always are our memories but then even memories fade away. Are we complete without memories? But then again is a memory completely yours to savour when it gets its input from the surrounding and others? Then shouldn't we be sharing as much as possible with others?

For one who is forever in an emotion barren land, do i have a history? or even a future?

I dun really like to remember my Past, or rather most of it coz it's pretty useless to me most of the time. So that would leave me with the Present and Future. If you can't be bother to predict the Future, then only Present is left. But if i'm not always in Present most of the time, then how?

What the heck have i been doing? Do i even bother?