Out of the two readings, “Twenty-three Snapshots of
San Francisco” resonated with me the most. I like how the story was narrated through
pictures, because it emphasizes memory. In the beginning of the story the
narrator talks about how memories are small moments we don’t necessarily choose
to remember. Through the photographs of his friends, he can go back to a time
and place where everything was how it used to be. The photographs allow him to
picture a world outside of the one he is currently living. Not only that, but
they allow the reader to view his now dead friends as people who had happy
lives. The reader can relate to the story because we all have memories that are
meaningful and make us want to go back to a certain time. The ending is very
beautiful because the narrator implies that despite what we remember, even if
it’s a small detail, memories are reminders that we are living and observing.
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