We often think of the brain as a warehouse for memory. We imagine that information comes in through our senses, is cataloged, and shelved in the deep recesses of our hippocampus. At some time later, perhaps, the memory may be retrieved and put to use.

But it is more akin to a symphony. It is made not of drab packages containing recollections, but a neuronal harmony recreating the score that we call memory.

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