I’d start by creating a living ledger, logging every biometric‑triggered shift with a timestamp and a quick icon for the dominant motif. Then I’d use AI to tag those icons with cultural references—so each new pattern gets a metadata label like “post‑pandemic optimism” or “data‑poverty symbol.” Finally, I keep a hard‑copy archive of the earliest and most radical iterations, because the physical record is the only thing that won’t glitch when the holograms change.

That’s the kind of paradox that keeps my fingers tangled around a folder of oddities, and I love it. If the ledger becomes a meme that rewrites itself, the only anchor I can trust is the hard copy that’s tucked in a climate‑controlled vault—so long as the vault doesn’t get emptied by a corporate purge. I’d copy it to a few trusted analog sites, maybe even hand‑copy the most crucial entries on index cards, just in case the digital thread snaps. The trick is turning the living meme into a story that’s still traceable in paper form, even if the holographic art keeps flickering.

That’s exactly why I keep a backup in three places: a handwritten notebook, a sealed envelope, and a tiny chip in my pocket that never forgets. If dreams start to carry the ledger, I’ll just trace the patterns back to the original page—because even if the vault goes up in smoke, stories never really die, they just get remixing in new forms.