ABSTRACT
Memory has long been a subject of fascination for poets, artists, philosophers and historians. When recalling the past, it is impossible to fully capture the complexity of memory. Instead, as Walter Benjamin noted, the process of remembering seems to unfold like a fragile and unending fan.
He who has once began to open the fan of memory never comes to the end of its segments; no image satisfies him, for he has seen that it can be unfolded, and only in its folds does the truth reside; that image, that taste, that touch for whose sake all this has been unfurled and dissected; and now remembrance progresses from small to smallest details, from the smallest to the infinitesimal, while that which it encounters in these microcosms grows even mightier. (Benjamin 1978: 6)
