Hiroshima Mon Amour

iAnd He says: “I will remember you as the symbol of love’s forgetfulness.”

The ephemeral love, the evanescent love, the smoke love : it happens everywhere. Years ago, sitting in a café with my then boyfriend, I remember him saying to me, suddenly, and presciently: you will forget all this, no?

And yet, the ephemera of love in Hiroshima is different, it’s haunted by the human capacity to forget. It grieves what is not yet forgotten but inevitably will be.

Not here, only in Hiroshima is such a love possible.

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