larlet-fr-david-cache/cache/99760148d9b7add2a396e75150fe8fb3/index.md

title: Introduction - CapsuleCrit
url: https://www.capsulecrit.com/intro03
hash_url: 99760148d9b7add2a396e75150fe8fb3

<div class="sqs-block-content"><h1>Introduction</h1><p>“<a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/14404/recuerdo">And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,<br/>And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold</a>.” <br/>–Edna St. Vincent Millais, “Recuerdo”</p><p>There’s a theory that every time we access a memory, a new memory is created in its place. That the act of recollection is, in fact, an act of destruction–or of augmentation. That each of our memories is replaced by a facsimile of itself. </p><p>These memories aren’t really gone, of course. </p><p>They’re still there, just a few bytes larger. A file that’s accessed, amended, and saved again. Each time encoded with our perspectives and experiences as we continue living our lives, looking back on where we’ve been. </p><p>In this way, isn’t memory also made of the stories we tell? ◒</p></div>