Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

Hiroshima Mon Amour

“Like you, I too have struggled with all my might not to forget. Like you, I forgot. Like you, I longed for a memory beyond consolation, a memory of shadows and stone. For my part I struggled every day with all my might against the horror of no longer understanding the reason to remember. Like you, I forgot. Why deny the obvious necessity of remembering? Listen to me. I know something else. It will begin again.”
- Hiroshima Mon Amour, 1959.