Watching the film about Micha Bar-Am
photographs that document the history of war, politics, and culture in this country, I was struck by so many incidents that elicit a sense of horror. Such wonderful and such horrific pictures of our history.
But there was also another element that struck me. At one point he mentioned that he had a terrible memory, and probably that’s why he has to document it all. And I realized something. When I started this journal, in April of 2002, before there was even the term, blog, I was just doing it to document the fact that I wasn’t blown up that day. But now I write so that one day I will break my own rule and read what happened in my life. Things happen so fast, even in Covid, I wouldn’t be able to remember, even if I wasn’t dyslexic.