What grows best in the heat: fantasy; unreason; lust.
Note: por eso Cali es como es. Por eso en el mar la vida es mas sabrosa.
“Memory’s truth, because memory has its own special kind. It selects, eliminates, alters, exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also; but in the end it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone else’s version more than his own.”
Note: about memory
As a people, we are obsessed with correspondences. Similarities between this and that, between apparently unconnected things, make us clap our hands delightedly when we find them out. It is a sort of national longing for form—or perhaps simply an expression of our deep belief that forms lie hidden within reality; that meaning reveals itself only in flashes. Hence our vulnerability to omens
Note: Midnight Children
“a person must sometimes choose what he will see and what he will not; look away, look away from there now.”
Note: Look away