I Remember

a memory can be “objectively” false

The principle is straightforward: to attempt to unearth a memory that is almost forgotten, inessential, banal, common, if not to everyone, at least to many.

I remember

in the métro.

I remember The Little King by Otto Soglow, and the magazines I used to read waiting my turn at the hairdresser’s.

I remember that I used to dream of getting Meccano n° 6.

I remember when I used to wait for the bell to ring at the end of class.

I remember the Caméléon jazz club in Rue Saint-André des Arts, with a drummer called Al Levitt.

I remember when cars honked, and the horns that went “quack-quack.”

I remember that I belonged to a Book Club and that the first book I purchased was Planus by Cendrars.

I remember the advertisements painted on the sides of houses.