Laughter and Forgetting

I've been thinking about history lately, about remembering, and about forgetting. I think there's an Hegelian dialectic, the synthesis being the search for truth. I realize that I should've brought "the Book of Laughter and Forgetting" by Milan Kundera. He writes about this.

It makes me think about my own memory, and my own forgetfulness- selective, and spotty. I think about entire nations working with collective, national memories. I think about Stalin and the Russian intelligentsia. I think about Kagame and Museveni. I think about comparisons.

And then I forget.