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| We make a mistake to bury it |
For me as a writer of ancient Egypt-based fiction, the past is not dead, not settled dust.
It’s always changing, doing things.
My view of it keeps changing. It changes my view of now, and it will change my view of tomorrow.
The past is the body of the wave that carries me forward, while the future is just the empty space waiting to receive it, theoretical potentiality,
inert, and, in a sense, dead.
The past has a way
of doing things that nobody can guess.
We make a mistake to bury it.
