Memory Vault

Introduction I’ve spent much of my life in motion — first in imagination, later in the world. When I look back now, not through nostalgia but through the lens of the Memory Vault, I can see the pattern clearly. Escape was never something I ran toward; it was something I grew into. When I was young, escape meant imagination. Before planes and passports, I traveled by other means — through Tolkien’s pages, in warm winter classrooms where ‘book time’ stories opened doorways into