Our lives are made up of fragments: in the ways we recall specific moments; in the ways we envision the people we know; in the ways we express ourselves. A memory can never be as linear as the experience itself. Instead, we remember certain pieces—what was spoken, what was seen, what was felt. These fragments are what we’re left with at the end of the day. We tell stories to weave them together, to make sense of them, and, ultimately, to hold onto them.
