IN A WORLD WHERE OUR DEVICES BECOME OUR MEMORY
As we increasingly outsource our memories to devices, we may be forgetting the pleasures of imperfect recall.
What if Marcel Proust had kept an Instagram account? What if he’d used a smartphone to snap a photo of every evocative morsel he’d ever eaten? Would he still have written “In search of lost time” his multivolume account of the vanished social universe of his youth, unlocked by the taste of a madeleine dipped in tea?