We can equate memory with imagination. The content of memory is never the same. This is because things are not recorded in the memory as such, but they are imprinted on our senses, preserving in us the reality as a succession of detached and faded Tableau Vivant, devoid of flow and pulse.
With regard to the senses, memory is hopelessly poor, so, inevitably, imagination interferes to fill its gaps.
Best Feature Film @WFF17