It’s funny how a flickering torch once warmed the night, and now a glowing screen can light up an entire village in seconds. Technology turns our oral tales into archives that never fade, yet it also turns the story into a file, less tactile, more like a whisper in a data stream. We remember less by feeling the crackle of the fire, and more by scrolling through a curated playlist. The heritage we share becomes a snapshot, a quick tap, a meme. We lose the slow savoring, the pause, the communal hush. On the bright side, more voices reach farther, and forgotten legends can resurface. But we must ask: are we collecting memories or merely cataloging them? The trick is to keep the heart in the story, not just the bytes.