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deeply personal and singular nature of consciousness and memory. Memories, like the narrator’s experience with the oak tree, are specific to the self and cannot easily be replicated by a machine. Proust frames this idea through “impressions,” which are partly in the external object and partly internal, shaping the unique self over time. Most people focus on the object, but the inner marks it leaves—the “inner book of unknown signs”—define individuality. Art, Proust suggests, bridges this gap, translating these private impressions to reveal the qualitative differences in human perception.
In short: Our memories and consciousness encode subjective experiences that make each self unique, and art is the medium that allows others to glimpse these inner, private impressions.
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