josh lewis’s review published on Letterboxd:
"why does this story feel like a memory?"
a hyper-digital, sentimental mess of fiction and reality not only blurring but disintegrating right before your eyes at the prospect of returning to ideas, images and feelings from another time and another world where you were another person. now looking backwards with a newfound formal freedom and seeing how the machine you built has been ingested and exploited and algorithmically reflected back at you. but it's still yours, fundamentally derived from your mind, your heart, your being, which means that the power to destroy it belongs to no one but you. "i remember this, i remember us."