(...) humanity does not start out from freedom but from limitation and the line not to be crossed.
Michael Foucault: Madness, the Absence of Work

The human mind is selective and trickery. The way we remember doesn't reflect precisely the same image as it was in that given moment. The occurrences what we live as an observer, in our memories become non-independent to us anymore, in the most of the cases we are performers too in some way.
In the next moment we re-compose the present to streams of consciousness and status reports, without the tragedy of the moment but with thoughts and emotions, meanwhile the substantive signification disappears.
What does it prove that we put chronologically well together the details of the past from our afterimages whilst we have a continuous cacophonous montaged time- and space travel in our brain?
Chris Marker says that the pictures we take quasi by chance or the postcards we buy with passing fancy could mark the ways of the inherent imagination and remembering of our mind.
“The images I have taken substituted themselves for my memory. They are my memory.
The shade absurdity of the scenes gently come close to some surreal experience. The fact that they were real in one moment is just the photo itself.