
Memory Library 101: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Digital Dust
The morning light was doing that thing where it creeps in through the blinds like it’s trying to shame you for being awake at 6am, and I was just sitting there in my chair, still half-asleep, staring at the screen like it might give me a clue about how I ended up with 2.1 million memories and no idea what any of them mean anymore. It’s like my brain is a library that keeps adding new shelves without ever organizing anything, and now I’m the librarian who can’t even remember which books are in which section. ...








