Charles Stross' Glasshouse is post-singularity science fiction / mystery / action / adventure. Between the sword fights, wormholes, and immortality, this novel inspired me to re-examine the role of memory in identity. We confront more information than we can hope to assimilate, and we carve out our identities through our experiences. Yet we also define ourselves by the documents we create and preserve. It is easy to think it would be ideal to remember every moment and experience, but we are also defined by what we forget. Carefully curating our own stories and allowing hate and grief to fade can lead us toward our better selves.