As someone with permanent memory damage from a medical procedure, one of the things I find most interesting is how fervently people believe their memories are reliable, despite reams of evidence that human memory has only a passing resemblance to reality. It’s because people believe memory is identity, is who they are. I have the weird privilege (?) of knowing it isn’t. What you do is who you are. Memory itself is only a tool to serve that end.

I mean I was kind of a pain in the ass teenager so I wouldn’t be surprised if someone told me I commta crime back then.