We are hunted dogs, Chairil Anwar wrote in his poem Notes, 1946. Events come and go so fast and we, panting, chase them. And we have so little chance to look at what we have passed.

A century ago, one event was not so soon followed and smothered by another. Recordings did not pile up so fast. In the 21st century ‘the present’ immediately becomes ‘the past’ (just look at technology and its impact), and the past is immediately let loose in