Memory is not a storage place but a story we tell ourselves in retrospect. As such, it is made of storytelling materials — Noam Shpancer, The Good Psychologist
Memory is not a storage place but a story we tell ourselves in retrospect. As such, it is made of storytelling materials — Noam Shpancer, The Good Psychologist
Memory is not a storage place but a story we tell ourselves in retrospect. As such, it is made of storytelling materials — Noam Shpancer, The Good Psychologist
Memory is not a storage place but a story we tell ourselves in retrospect. As such, it is made of storytelling materials — Noam Shpancer, The Good Psychologist
Memory is not a storage place but a story we tell ourselves in retrospect. As such, it is made of storytelling materials — Noam Shpancer, The Good Psychologist
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Memory is not a storage place but a story we tell ourselves in retrospect. As such, it is made of storytelling materials: embroidery and forgery, perplexity and urgency, revelation and darkness.

— Noam Shpancer, The Good Psychologist
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