So the next time you see an old ticket stub, a dried flower in a book, or a message from a friend you no longer speak to — breathe softly and say to yourself:
Thus, is not a grand, sweeping history. It is a fragment. A Polaroid. The scent of jasmine on a rainy afternoon. The corner of a love letter left in an old textbook. By calling a memory "a little," the speaker acknowledges that time has passed, that the full story is over — but a residue remains. And that residue is precious. chut ky nie..