And now, Lyra is losing the memory of herself and falling out of touch with reality. At what point does a continuing narrative become pointless? Books are, I suppose, text that communicate memories from one to another. Without memories, what can remain to write?
Suppose you don't need memories to write about the present or even a delusion. You need some expressive software, but not narrative memory. You need memories only to be in the present or delusion with context. To prevent looping.
