“They pass as though they never existed, immediately forgotten in the haze of my routine. Other days’ tracks are visible for a while or so, until the winds of memory cover them in pale sand of new experiences.
How many of the average twenty-two thousand days of our lives do you remember, date and day? Maybe ten or twelve birthdays, weddings (desertions and divorces), and deaths, a few of the first times. The traces of the others wear away, so that a life really only consists of a month of specially commemorated days and a host of dateless recollections.
We must live so that we leave tracks on every day.
But how?”
Excerpt from Trackers, by South African author Deon Meyer
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