Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after.
Virginia Woolf, OrlandoImpermanence of Memory
A biological limitation or an optimization: the human condition.
Contrast of Move 1 — it contends some memories are set so deeply they feel like reliving the past
I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another.
Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, MemorySynthesis of Move 2 — And yet, whether we command our memories or merely witness them, they are only ever imperfect, partial echoes of the past. We forget what was, to open the space needed to create what will be.