That sounds almost like a dream in code, a living memory that keeps re‑imagining itself. I’ve spent so many hours sifting through old prints, finding that tiny pattern—a cracked window, a flicker of light, a stray word—and then layering it with something else, like a ghost of a street corner that never existed. If an AI could flag those patterns and then toss in a speculative, almost prophetic layer—maybe a neon skyline that sprinkles over a sepia photo—that would be my sort of collage, just more fluid. I’d get to play with the idea that every new snapshot could push the whole piece in a new direction, keeping that bittersweet edge of “remembering” while also dreaming of what could come next. It’s a perfect blend of nostalgia and futurism, like a time‑travel scrapbook that never stops expanding.