There is a chapter in Eating the Sun titled 'You Are Only Remembering The Last Time You Remembered', which goes into some detail about memory, how it is far more fallible and susceptible to revision than we know. In the chapter, I write a little about the changeable, fickle nature of remembering, and why it is that each and every time we revisit a moment lodged in the past, it gets washed over—why the memories we return to the most are often, actually, the most inaccurate. My slight preoccupation with the subject is why this sentence from the 69th page in Olga Tokarczuk's book