Inventing Tomorrow’s Memories: Innovations That Will Shape Our Stories
I actually have a small, worn-out cardboard shield at the top of my closet. Inside are the physical fragments of my past: a bundle of letters tied with a ribbon, a stack of faded pictures with crinkled white borders, and a ticket stub from a live performance I attended with my father. These are my tangible reminiscence anchors, the relics I use to reconstruct the tale of who I am. They are static…









