Maybe the past is beneath us, not behind. Most of it is buried, but it remains the foundation upon which we depend and manifest our daily lives. So memory is like a well, look down and you don't see much of anything past the first few feet, but drop a stone into it and you hear the far-off plunk; and if you lower your bucket you can bring up, with effort, a little of the cold, clear matter that's hidden there.
Of course, every once in a while a chunk from out of the past drops out of a clear blue sky and clonks you on the head. So maybe the past is up and the future is down. I may have to send my metaphor back to the shop for some adjustment.
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