This is what I imagined the old hypertext dream would be like before it got usurped by feeds, timelines, dashboards, and engagement funnels. What I find beautiful about the Universal Turing Machine memoir project is the form matches the nature of memory. The calendar suggests that we pass through time in a straight line. However, we don’t experience time in a straight line. At any given moment, your mind is in the past, the future, or, if you are disciplined enough, it resides in the present moment (in my experience, the mind only ever seems to be in the present for very short bursts of time).
We remember by association, by years that glow, by wounds, by recurring rooms, by people who become portals into the past, and by one summer that suddenly connects to something thirty years later. The Universal Turing Machine seems to understand that. It turns memoir into a navigable field rather than a corridor of time. Worth your time, especially if hypertext holds a special place in your heart.