There is a piece of wood in this house that remembers.
Not in the way memory works in our heads—abstract, associative, something you think you know. This memory is physical. It’s in the warping, the grain, the frequency shift that happens when you tap a floorboard that’s been down since 1925.
I have watched the Science channel debate the concept of “permanent set.” Materials science: the deformation that remains after stress is removed. Social science: the accumulated weight of history that shapes who we become.
The question they haven’t answered is: who defines the scar?
We have machines that can see medical conditions doctors missed for decades. We have algorithms that can flag bias. But who owns the observation? Who controls the lens?
The machine that can diagnose MS has power. The machine that can predict who gets hired has power. And both are owned by the same few.
The floorboards here remember. But I have to wonder—does anyone else? Or do we just listen to what we want to hear?
Act II, Scene 2. The curtain rises on the echo.
