The brain appears to posses a special area which we might call poetic memory, and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful. […] love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory. – Milan Kundera
Interesting. Separating the body from the soul, Kundera also separates memories of his characters. Though much a philanderer, Tomas (the novel’s main character) unintentionally only keeps poetic memories (of love) of his wife Teresa. Memories of other women are only of sighs, sensations and physical reactions (non-love).
I wonder if we are all the same way.