The degree of slowness is directionally proportional to the

The degree of slowness is directionally proportional to the intensity of memory. The degree of speed is directionally proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

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Milan Kundera's book "Slowness" presents a thought-provoking exploration of the relationship between time, memory, and forgetfulness. The author suggests that when we move slowly, it often enhances our capacity to remember and savor experiences. In contrast, a fast-paced lifestyle tends to lead to forgetfulness, as we rush through moments and fail to fully engage with them.

This idea highlights the importance of slowing down in a world that values speed and...

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