Faun

Vilhelm Hammershøi,  Solstråler "You should build a memory palace," she said one day as we sat discussing personal matters. It was eight in the evening in Sweden and late morning at her place. "What's that?" I asked. "Like a fixed building or place one returns to in memory... I'll send a book," she replied after a moment of thought. "Okay," I responded, feeling tired. It had been a long day. This was many years ago, and oddly enough, that advice and, to some extent, the book did change my life. It's an overused phrase, that something changes one's life, but the book that eventually arrived was like a key to, well, my memory palace. The book was titled The Art of Memory  by Frances Yates. Building my memory palace wasn't easy or quick, and maintaining it isn't simple either. Yet, it allowed me to construct a powerful reservoir within consciousness, functioning as an inner layer of reality. In short, it enabled me to store a