" What does it remember? Itself, death as memory. An immense
memory in which one dies.
First to forget. To remember only where one remembers nothing.
To forget: to remember everything as though by way of forgetting. There is
a profoundly forgotten point from which every memory radiates. Everything is exalted in memory from something which is forgotten, an infinitesimal detail, a minuscule fissure into which it passes in its entirety. "

― Maurice Blanchot , The Last Man