The past is not stable. The act of remembering changes us, and our whole lives can be re-written in a day.
She believed the beauty of museums, like maps and human relationships, was in distance as much as connection.
She did not like the turmoil of memories constantly poised in her mind, synapses and chemicals shifting their weight according to new moods and often threatening to collapse or disband. She could exert control over her memories here, and close the door on them.
A girl's best friend died when she was a child; despite being afraid of water, he'd jumped into the sea to save her when she was in trouble and drowned himself. Years later, she got into a relationship with her friend's brother who abused her. She ultimately left and, for years, let the man she later entered into another relationship with believe that she'd been in a car accident.