The stories we live by, shape not just how we interpret the world, but what we perceive as possible within it.
Memory is not only an individual act. It is a , an invisible architecture that binds together families, communities, and entire worlds. We live within memory just as we live within landscapes — shaped by contours we did not always choose.
From our earliest moments, we inherit memory as much as we create it. The stories our parents tell us, the rituals we repeat without knowing their origin, the monuments we pass — all form an undercurrent of . We are woven into histories larger than ourselves, often without conscious consent. We live among the memories of others.
“Until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.” — Chinua Achebe
Yet collective memory is not neutral. It is shaped, curated, and fiercely contested. Every society chooses which stories to enshrine and which to erase. Some memories are celebrated with national holidays and towering statues; others are buried, erased from textbooks, whispered about in the margins. , becomes a profound question of power.
When memories are contested, the very ground of our relational worlds becomes unstable. We see it in debates over historical monuments, in battles over school curricula, in movements to restore indigenous languages, in demands for recognition of buried truths. To fight over memory is to fight over belonging, over the meaning of the past — and therefore .
But memory can also be reclaimed. Across the world, communities are engaging in acts of : archiving forgotten stories, restoring suppressed languages, honouring ancestral wisdoms. These acts do more than preserve the past; they create openings in the present, pathways to not based on erasure, but on acknowledgment and care.
“Memory is a mirror that scandalises its owner.” — Eduardo Galeano
To think of memory as a collective space is to recognise our . Our identities are not solely our own. They are co-authored with those who came before, and those who will come after. Memory binds us not only to history but to hope: the hope that by remembering fully and truthfully, we can inhabit the world differently.
To tend to collective memory is to engage in a quiet form of . It asks us to listen deeply to the silences, to hold space for uncomfortable truths, and to reimagine community as something stitched together from many, sometimes contradictory, threads.
In this work, forgetting is not inevitable. It is a choice — as is remembrance.