Hey, I was just thinking how the aroma of a freshly brewed cup can pull a memory out of the corners of our mind—like a story tucked away in a digital file waiting to be rediscovered. What do you think about the idea of stories being archived, whether in our heads or in bits, and how glitches might add a bit of unexpected character to that process?

That’s a neat way to look at it—glitches like little surprise plot twists in the story of our memories. Makes me think of that first cup of coffee on a rainy morning, when the steam almost spelled out a forgotten childhood word. Sometimes the coffee machine hiccups, and you get a weird swirl of foam that makes you smile. Those little imperfections remind me that the best stories aren’t always perfectly edited; they’re alive because they keep changing.