Pretty soon, I'll be decomposing into phosphorous, calcium, and so on. Who else will you find to tell you the truth? All that's left are the archives. Pieces of paper. And the truth is... I worked at an archive myself, I can tell you first hand: paper lies even more than people do.Svetlana Alexievich
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The quote, “Pretty soon, I'll be decomposing into phosphorous, calcium, and so on. Who else will you find to tell you the truth? All that's left are the archives. Pieces of paper. And the truth is...
I worked at an archive myself, I can tell you first hand: paper lies even more than people do” is a great way to describe how information gets lost over time. We often let our memories fade over time and even go as far as to make up stories to make up for what we don’t know.
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