How rarely do we consider the miracle of memory – that magical ability to put a name to a face or recall vividly the giddiness of a first kiss? Memory is the gem that fuels our dreams and assigns value to our many relationships. It’s who we are.

But memory is neither fixed nor frozen. Rather, it transforms irreversibly with time’s passing and with every recollection. It’s no wonder man is so fascinated by its preservation. We see this, not just in the history books, but in how Tarantino write and direct his movies, Keats in poetry, and Picasso on canvas.

J.M