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"After a while, a single memory transforms from a cluster of data to a sort of transparent marshmallow, from a fogless landscape to a charged theatrical backdrop. Or “more distant, less real,” as Montreal-based artist Joani Tremblay puts it. Memories get drunk, dissolve and mutate, forming relationships to other drunk, dissolved memories, assembling in the bank of miscellany from which synesthetic musings of the human mind become possible. Like, looking at something in Costa Rica that reflexively, involuntarily makes you think how you felt that day in Paris, sitting at a particular …