The last lines for Rutger Hauer in "Blade Runner" when he is dying are something like "... all those memories will be lost like tears in rain". A very impressive soliloquy from a person who is dying.
I went to an apartment where the old man living there was taken away to an old-folks-home because he was no longer capable of caring for himself. His children had removed his personal possessions out onto the lawn for the garbage men to take away. Neighbors, themselves quite old, were there taking what they thought they could use.
Among the piles of things were beautiful framed photographs but no one was even looking at those. The frames alone were worth some money but no one seemed to notice. My brother's hobby is photography and my sister and brother-in-law are professional artists who sell those museum mount super expensive frames. At first I thought to take the pictures for the frames then I noticed that these were probably family photos. The newer pictures seemed to be grandchildren. The sort of gift given an older man when no one can think of what to give him that he might use.
Memories, images of "loved ones"? Where were these people who thought he should spend his days gazing at an image of them, in their youth, when he was taken away? The pile became a vulgar thing like animal droppings in the lawn. I realized why the other older people had ignored them. They had similar piles of monuments to the images of youth that would some day become droppings in another lawn at another time.