Memory is not storage, and it was never meant to be
People come into my office certain that the important things are safe because they lived them. They are not. Memory rewrites as it goes. It keeps the shape of a day and quietly drops the parts that made it that day, the exact words, the weather, who said the thing that made everyone laugh.
Handwriting does not rewrite itself. It sits there in your own hand, exactly as you left it, ten years later.





