I wanted to research and better understand what I thought about memory and storytelling, and I started from a short story by Lydia Davis,Happiest Moment.
At the beginning of the Clubhouse I wrote:
My assumption is: my memories (and my stories) are not “mine”. Memory not as something past, that happened to me, that I possess and remember, but as a possibility; memory as a story, as a life, as something happened to other people or just told by other people; something that could be instead of something that has been.
Following the structure of the story by Davis, I want to ask “what is your happiest memory?” and deconstruct the “your” (a memory is not something you can possess) and also fade, by slipping in a fantastic narration and vision, the margins of the individual happiness suggested in the question.
