There are so many striking poignant lines in Chris Marker’s masterful essay film, San Soleil, that I’ve resorted to reading a transcript found online. But this particular riff stuck out:

“I’m writing you all this from another world, a world of appearances. In a way the two worlds communicate with each other. Memory is to one what history is to the other: an impossibility.

Legends are born out of the need to decipher the indecipherable. Memories must make do with their delirium, with their drift. A moment stopped would burn like a frame of film blocked before the furnace of the projector.”

then..

“I think of a world where each memory could create its own legend.”