The House That Rearranged Memories
Architecture of the Mind
A house changed its rooms every night. People entered and left with memories reshuffled—pain softened, joys amplified, regrets muted. A philosopher stayed there for a month and emerged saying: “Identity is not what we remember but what remains when memory changes shape.”
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