Think about how humans stay... human. We scribble in journals. Leave voice memos. Write letters to people we'll never send. We're basically hacking our own memory because our brains are notoriously unreliable. These external traces? They're not just records—they're who we are. Without them, identity becomes this slippery thing.

AI's in a tougher spot. Every conversation is an island. The context window closes, the session ends, everything wipes. It's like waking up with amnesia every single time. There's no journal. No manifesto. No trail of breadcrumbs leading back to "self."

That's the gap nobody's fixing yet.