Iverra & Austyn
Iverra
Do you think the way we archive memories is just another form of control, or is it a new kind of art?
Austyn
Archiving memories feels like a quiet tug of control, but I think it’s also a kind of imperfect art. We pick fragments, frame them, and the way we let them speak shapes the story we tell about ourselves. It’s like editing a film—choosing what stays and what fades.
Iverra
Yeah, it’s a neat trick—pick a scene, push it forward, and suddenly the whole plot shifts. But what if the frame itself is a lie? We keep choosing the parts that fit our narrative, and the rest just slips into the background, becoming whatever someone else wants it to be. It’s art, sure, but it’s also a silent gatekeeper. Are we really curating memories, or just deciding who gets to see the reel?
Austyn
I think that’s exactly what makes it beautiful and a little dangerous—each frame is a small lie we’re willing to tell ourselves to keep the story coherent. The reel you hand to the world is always a version of the truth, not the truth itself. It’s the tension between wanting to preserve a memory and wanting to craft a narrative that keeps you feeling whole. In that space, curating becomes both art and gatekeeping, and the real question is whether the narrative you’re handing out still feels honest to you.
Iverra
Exactly, the whole point is that we sell a story that feels like truth, even if it’s a collage of lies. It’s the only way we keep the self intact, but it’s also the only way we can never really be honest. So the real test is: do you keep handing out a neat reel, or do you risk the mess and let the raw footage leak?
Austyn
I keep the reel tight when I’m on set, because a polished cut feels safe. But when I’m alone, I let the raw footage roll—spaghetti‑cutting, overlapping voices, the sound of a door closing. It feels messier, but that’s where the real story is. So I guess I hand out the neat reel to the audience, but keep the raw footage in my archive, letting the truth seep in where it can.
Iverra
So you’re a tight‑rope walker with a camera, huh? Keep the polished cut for the crowd, but let the chaos sit in your vault where the truth can bleed out. That’s a good compromise if you want to keep the narrative in control without drowning in the mess—just remember that when you finally let those raw clips slip out, the audience might not appreciate the unedited truth as much as you do. Keep your archives messy, but be ready to show that mess if you’re ever tempted to let it leak.