Between Memory, Geography and Geology

Working through as burrowing through layers that have lain fallow for too long, that have all kinds of outgrowth holding them together before going through them will turn a terrain become alien and unchanging into a rhizome of entries and exits through which flows might pass. To the archeology of culture or knowledge there must be a pendant of archeology of personal culturalization and knowledge. Maybe one should call it memory as a collection of impressions and facts that are outdated, dated and out of use, that only with effort let themselves be relevant to a wider range of concerns, let alone can be made public without the pangs of disclosure of something that causes one to feel awkwardness. Realizing that there are layers upon layers of historical experience that does not stop with its personal actuality but probably start from a here and now of its perception in the present moment that sees it as a part of an unfolding horizon, a veritable landscape of memory where personal merges, or morphs into collective. One might be gripped with an urge to seize a chalk and draw a line, or better, a circle between oneself and the world, to create a borderland between one's self and other selves in time or space. A second geography of affective, cognitive and whatever other kind of experience of one's past, one's memory and one's nostalgia may thus be charted.