Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.
The quote reflects the struggle of dealing with painful memories and experiences. The speaker contemplates the idea that forgetfulness, akin to a gentle snowfall, could blanket these memories, softening their impact. This metaphor suggests a desire for emotional relief, highlighting the sometimes overwhelming nature of personal history.
However, the speaker acknowledges that these memories are integral to their identity. They describe them as part of their "landscape," indicating that these experiences shape who they are. This duality illustrates a conflict between the wish to escape from the pain of the past and the understanding that those memories are inextricably linked to their sense of self.
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