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Memory is not a jar of things waiting to be rearranged like stones—memory is the tissue of being. When they took the memory of scarcity and pressed it down into a less prominent corner, they assumed scarcity would fade like a bad dream. Instead it compounded. The chest, relieved of some of its old measures, compensated by amplifying what it still held: the cunning, the desperation, the feral cleverness people had learned to survive. Hidden corners grew fierce like roots. The chest, now more crowded with abundance and fewer lessons of caution, tried to balance by inventing new edges: different pests, a vine that chewed crops at dusk, a mildew that arrived on the new warmth like a rumor becoming true.