We had this lecturer once who said that memory was the absolute key to identity. To who you are.
That there is no innate, natural, biological you who exists constantly. But instead, you wake up every morning and you have to remember who you are.
Not emotions or feelings but actions. And as you remember the situations you've been in and how you reacted to those situations.
Then they all add up to how you behave through the course of the day. So there is no defined you as such.
Just what you did yesterday. And what you did ages ago as well. All these choices are what make you do or what you do.
There is no self as such. Just memories of who you've been. And then he showed us this bloody Tarkhovsky film.
But what I was thinking was that you could change yourself. If that was true，you could change yourself.
I mean, if you misremembered something, just one thing, on purpose, you'd be a different person.
If you convinced yourself that you never said that or you never punched him, then it would be gone and you'd be different.
And maybe, you'd be better. So years later I'm at work and I get this e-mail about some mundane shite.
And more than that, even though they'd actually typed my address with my name on it,they got my name wrong.
So reading this crap, from Julie or Steven and to Peter or Philip I couldn't help but think what the **** am I doing here?
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[00:04.30]We had this lecturer once who said that memory was the absolute key to identity. To who you are.
[00:09.95]That there is no innate, natural, biological you who exists constantly. But instead, you wake up every morning and you have to remember who you are.
[00:21.86]Not emotions or feelings but actions. And as you remember the situations you've been in and how you reacted to those situations.
[00:28.53]Then they all add up to how you behave through the course of the day. So there is no defined you as such.
[00:33.35]Just what you did yesterday. And what you did ages ago as well. All these choices are what make you do or what you do.
[00:38.61]There is no self as such. Just memories of who you've been. And then he showed us this bloody Tarkhovsky film.
[01:07.06]But what I was thinking was that you could change yourself. If that was true，you could change yourself.
[01:12.44]I mean, if you misremembered something, just one thing, on purpose, you'd be a different person.
[01:17.76]If you convinced yourself that you never said that or you never punched him, then it would be gone and you'd be different.
[01:22.98]And maybe, you'd be better. So years later I'm at work and I get this e-mail about some mundane shite.
[01:37.24]And more than that, even though they'd actually typed my address with my name on it,they got my name wrong.
[01:42.40]So reading this crap, from Julie or Steven and to Peter or Philip I couldn't help but think what the **** am I doing here?
We had this lecturer once who said that memory was the absolute key to identity. To who you are.
That there is no innate, natural, biological you who exists constantly. But instead, you wake up every morning and you have to remember who you are.
Not emotions or feelings but actions. And as you remember the situations you've been in and how you reacted to those situations.
Then they all add up to how you behave through the course of the day. So there is no defined you as such.
Just what you did yesterday. And what you did ages ago as well. All these choices are what make you do or what you do.
There is no self as such. Just memories of who you've been. And then he showed us this bloody Tarkhovsky film.
But what I was thinking was that you could change yourself. If that was true，you could change yourself.
I mean, if you misremembered something, just one thing, on purpose, you'd be a different person.
If you convinced yourself that you never said that or you never punched him, then it would be gone and you'd be different.
And maybe, you'd be better. So years later I'm at work and I get this e-mail about some mundane shite.
And more than that, even though they'd actually typed my address with my name on it,they got my name wrong.
So reading this crap, from Julie or Steven and to Peter or Philip I couldn't help but think what the **** am I doing here?
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:04.30]We had this lecturer once who said that memory was the absolute key to identity. To who you are.
[00:09.95]That there is no innate, natural, biological you who exists constantly. But instead, you wake up every morning and you have to remember who you are.
[00:21.86]Not emotions or feelings but actions. And as you remember the situations you've been in and how you reacted to those situations.
[00:28.53]Then they all add up to how you behave through the course of the day. So there is no defined you as such.
[00:33.35]Just what you did yesterday. And what you did ages ago as well. All these choices are what make you do or what you do.
[00:38.61]There is no self as such. Just memories of who you've been. And then he showed us this bloody Tarkhovsky film.
[01:07.06]But what I was thinking was that you could change yourself. If that was true，you could change yourself.
[01:12.44]I mean, if you misremembered something, just one thing, on purpose, you'd be a different person.
[01:17.76]If you convinced yourself that you never said that or you never punched him, then it would be gone and you'd be different.
[01:22.98]And maybe, you'd be better. So years later I'm at work and I get this e-mail about some mundane shite.
[01:37.24]And more than that, even though they'd actually typed my address with my name on it,they got my name wrong.
[01:42.40]So reading this crap, from Julie or Steven and to Peter or Philip I couldn't help but think what the **** am I doing here?
We decided to go through the fields with it.
Stevie thinking it might be embarrassing carrying a carpet along the roadside.
As we got to the first gat...
I still like to think he was smiling.
That there was a fondness amongst us all. He wasn't the joke, he wasn't the monkey in the corner to entertain an...
He's seen it.In the mirror.In windows.The eyes of his colleagues.His so called friends.
Morning after morning.First a centimetre.Then an inch.Upwards....
In the darkness, he asks himself, "Did God make me this way? Did God do this to me? Did he make me do it?"
And he looks down. Down at his hollowness.
...
Redlight flickers in the dark
Throwing her electric shapes on the screen
A world lacking that final dimension
And he watches, over tables and drawers ...
She says that they're nothing but chancers where I come from.
That she doesn't know how I've survived it without being beaten or killed or worse.
She ...