The Museum of Human History

We never really know the right things to fear. She let this thought ring in her head for a moment.

Sometimes he was jealous of Sylvia and how easily she let go of the past. He’d been trying all his life to hold on to it, to make sense of it. Why?

She will think: We disappear so many times before we do, finally, disappear.

“Time is the indefinite progress of existence. It continues with and without us, but without us for much longer.”

Why did people have to inflict one pain to stop another?

And finally and forever, thank you, Andrew, for making ten thousand meals that have nourished my soul and for making every day lighter and utterly full.

She had a book of lists that she showed him. He loved reading through these lists, which were like her personal historical records.

Standing beside her, Kevin saw himself as if in a snapshot. A memento from a past that never was.

How, when you curate the past, you change it. The story you tell becomes the story that’s told and everything untold is lost. It’s better than having no story at all, he supposes.