Our brain is not a stable narrator. Memories are mixed, merged, and dropped by one of the most sophisticated biological machineries. Things we see, hear, or perceive are less precise with every second passing. Dissolved by the pale, they become a vague cloud of evidence that we were once alive.

There is no way to capture the state of a human being in a particular instant. Images, videos, notes, and olfactory beacons are the only help. They navigate us through memories where each second changes, erases, and mixes our snapshots of sensory input we felt that moment.

The lifelong conflict of a mortal shell and a wannabe immortal result of brain circuitry firing at immense rates is fueled by constant validation of ourselves. Here is my trace, here is a picture of me near something that was built before I was born and will likely stay the same after I am gone.

Here is my collection of maps to navigate memories. Something that I can review, share, and remember as evidence of my once existence organized into projects. Each project is a set of images and notes. There will be no guidance, no recommendations, or any useful information. Just snapshots of memories that have no use for the reader.