Daisy interpreted it as a new kind of folk art—an emergent archive formed by the town itself. She staged a public showing where the projections overlapped, inviting people to annotate their reactions. The room became a living map of memory, with residents pointing out which fragments felt true and which were invented. The line between personal history and collective myth thinned. The discovery forced a thorny question: who owns a memory once it’s been reshaped by code? If an algorithm scrapes public posts and private exchanges and recombines them into something new, is that art, theft, or something in between? Katrina pressed city officials and privacy advocates. Daisy argued for the aesthetic and cathartic power of such recombination. The town split between curiosity and alarm.