I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
—–Jorge Luis Borges
Vladimir Nabokov came up with this haunting title for his memoir, an invocation to the Muse, Mnemosyne. Speak, Memory! And tell your — not lies, not really — but truth as it is filtered through the past and memory. A dream truth.
Venice is one of my dream cities. I love it in reality (although, in the case of La Serenissima, one might as well say unreality) and it haunts me in dreams. I have little hope of seeing her again, certainly not now or soon. So, fortunately for me and a lot of other people, Pierre Pareja takes extraordinary pictures of her in every mood and aspect and posts them on his blog, Venice Daily Photo (which I have had on my blogroll from the beginning). His photos keep her, and her memory, alive for me. In the case of this stunning purple-and-gold nighttime shot, you’ll need to click on the photo for maximum impact.
What is your dream city? And how does it stay alive for you?