Memory revises me.

LiYoung Lee
Memory revises me.
Memory revises me.
Memory revises me.
Memory revises me.
About This Quote

Memory revises me is a very mysterious line. It seems to imply that memories are changing our true selves. Memories of the past can be used to define who we truly are. If we had more positive memories, then we will tend to like ourselves.

If we had more negative memories, then we will tend to dislike ourselves. Either way, the memory of our past shapes who we are today.

Source: The City In Which I Love You

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