That kinda jives with "compression is understanding". If recalling a memory depends, as a sibling comment says, on "re-running the machine", then you can't reca

That kinda jives with "compression is understanding". If recalling a memory depends, as a sibling comment says, on "re-running the machine", then you can't recall it if you can't intuit how you thought at the time. As if you compressed a chess game by using a chess engine and saying, "The move ranked #2, the move ranked #1, the move ranked #1" and some very tight arithmetic encoding. If you come back and decompress it with a different engine, it'll put out similar results for a little bit, then diverge into nonsense. (All speculation, for fun of course) Sometimes I feel at odds with my memories. There are certain images I always return to, and I'm not sure why. I'm not even sure what emotions they evoke. Nostalgia, I guess. There is one overseas trip where I barely remember anything, except that I hated it. I feel like I fucked up my childhood and need a do-over, but they say everyone feels that.