Universals is the ongoing project investigating the Google Images’ iconosphere through writing and creation of my own collections of packshots downloaded from Google which I find performing the strongest as images.

False Memory Syndrome is the second chapter of the Universals in which I am digging into the concept of memories. In psychology, false memory syndrome describes a condition in which a person's identity and relationships are affected by false memories, recollections that are factually incorrect but yet are strongly believed. I decided to use pictures downloaded from Google Images to make my memories more general but also play with the nature of packshots which are being created to accommodate feelings and beliefs belonging to the particular community.


In the first part of my disquisition I outline what Universals are. To remind: they are exactly what I see with the eyes of my imagination when thinking for example of a word: puddle. Each Universalium is characterized by unity, constancy and hierarchically. The archetypes of Universals are mathematic categories.

Supposedly, imaginations (by that I mean my Universalia) have uncertain ontological status. If you do not see something you can say, it does not exist. It would mean that everything that you cannot touch does not exist. An image I am thinking of exists for certain. When I say the world an egg your mind conjures its’ image. Does this image belong solely to you?

Perhaps the egg that I am seeing looks exactly the same. What do you imagine when I say the word: memory? The face of a mother? A puddle in which you stepped in your new shoes? The smell of peony in your family home? The road from the Kosnego street do the Highlander Pub? Her or Him…? What appears behind these images? For a moment, I parenthesize convictions of the real-world existence and the exploring subject. I clear my mind and renounce assumptions.

Is memory a phenomenon? Think for a moment about the intentionality that is an association connecting the mind, consciousness with substance and the object. Some said that it is granted to each mind. Others claimed that certain states are not intentional. A memory is not directed at something particular, but despite this I live the truth. Ask me now what I see when I think of the word memory.

It appears as an abstract mathematical form. A memory Universalium of beautiful colours, that I cannot understand, but I feel it’s amazing structure encompassing me. My memory uses the image of the shape of Calabi-Yau. It is a topological medley, a geometric object locally having the structures of a defined area or other vector curve.

This shape helps to understand how a generalized, random number of dimensions of concepts of a curve or an area could look like. The introduction of it was caused by a variety of needs from both the mathematics and my theory of Universals. Calabi-Yau shapes suggest that there are additional time-space dimensions that are peculiarly entangled to the interiors of Universals.

The Infinity does not only expand outward. It is a blurry spot. Do not wait for the beginning of this text. The linear train of thought is long behind. Everything is a disordered web. I am having trouble placing memories on a timescale. Thinking about anything is a presentness, which does not last very long. It can be a particle smaller that the gaps between your fingers.

Concretizing memories, I am designing my future. Who are you if you decide that your childhood was happy? There is not past, future and present. I am meticulously designing my memories. I am creating prose, a story of my life. I see a colourful sphere that is expending in the direction of specificity.

I imagine a space in which my future is happening in the present. I lay it out with green grass and I await the sun. When I am already inside, I realize that the images that I am using are of low resolution. Why? They looked sharp from afar. Do you remember when I asked you if the image which appeared in your mind belonged to you? Sometimes I feel like the imagine that I am seeing do not belong to me.

I am using someone else’s materials, stripped of context. Are these memories, for certain, mine? Do you know what a false memory is? It’s a recollection present in your memory, endowed with a strong, subjective conviction, that it’s a recollection of a real-life event, which in reality did not take place. False memories are present in all healthy people.

Some memories have low resolution. I cannot see them fully. I can only see the fragrance and the light reflection- azure, I think. What is low quality? What can your eye see? What do you see behind the window? Snow falling down or pixels? Is the noise made up of points? Or perhaps it’s just a spilled stain reflecting dust? The subjective certainty is based on impression. I experience. I freely shift the meanings.