Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased.
by Italo Calvino
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In "Invisible Cities" by Italo Calvino, the concept of memory is explored through the notion that capturing images in language leads to their loss. This reflects a paradox where trying to express thoughts and memories through words may diminish their richness and vivacity, as the original essence is transformed or diminished in the process. Calvino suggests that language acts as a container for memory, but when memories are verbalized, they lose their immediate impact and vividness, becoming mere reflections of what was once felt. This serves as a commentary on the limitations of language, highlighting the tension between the desire to preserve experiences and the inevitable loss that comes with articulation.

In "Invisible Cities" by Italo Calvino, the concept of memory is explored through the notion that capturing images in language leads to their loss. This reflects a paradox where trying to express thoughts and memories through words may diminish their richness and vivacity, as the original essence is transformed or diminished in the process.

Calvino suggests that language acts as a container for memory, but when memories are verbalized, they lose their immediate impact and vividness, becoming mere reflections of what was once felt. This serves as a commentary on the limitations of language, highlighting the tension between the desire to preserve experiences and the inevitable loss that comes with articulation.

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