Memories...

...the present is undefined, that the future has no other reality than as present hope, that past is no more than present memory...

Jorge Luis Borges, "Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius"

and

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, "Labyrinths"