Anamnésis

How many faces pass by each day without leaving a trace, and yet sometimes one of them, glimpsed only once, begins to live within us, to haunt us, to accompany us until the end. We encounter it again in dreams, or it suddenly arises in a memory that had no connection to it. And then it becomes impossible to decide whether this face belongs to a real being or to an apparition invented by ourselves. But it remains, it insists, it accompanies us like a benevolent or troubling specter.