One of my favourite metaphors for the individual is as a locus, through which ideas pass. This is fundamentally at odds with the received notion of the individual as a repository of memories. If the memories you have are inextricably linked to the situations, places, and scenes you find yourself in, is that not being the kind of thing that resonates in a particular way rather than being a storehouse of some set of .. well, if you believe in memories, then you believe in responses. A vast set of responses. In insisting on the autonomy of the individual, one insists that the interaction between you and a place is somehow frozen? I guess I don’t understand the idea of memory.