Memories Inside Schrödinger’s Box

A cat that is both alive and dead. Memories that exist, yet they don't. Schrödinger's Box and the mystery of memory in aphantasia.
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Stumbling Upon Aphantasia

By coincidence, I discovered I’m missing what people call the “mind’s eye.” One day YouTube recommended a video about aphantasia. That’s how it began.

I had never heard of aphantasia before, but what artist AmyRightMeow in the video described seemed oddly familiar to me. Just like her, I couldn’t form images in my head. Up to this day, I thought it was completely normal. I believed everyone’s thoughts were formless and colourless.

I never told anyone about it. I felt a mix of disbelief and shame. Was I so different from others? How could I ever explain it? Would they even believe me? Or am I simply overthinking things, and I don’t actually have aphantasia, or do I?

For the next year, I completely forgot about it. I didn’t see any more videos or read any more articles about the topic. Then one day, I met up with a friend, and we began catching up on each other’s lives. Our conversation went along well until he asked me to imagine a situation. Not think about the situation but actually visualize the scenario!

That’s when it dawned on me: I was different. The ability to create images in your mind existed. And I didn’t have it.

He was the first person I told I have aphantasia. He had never heard of it before and it confused him.

I desperately wanted to explain what it’s like for me to think, but I couldn’t find the words. Was there even any explanation for this at all?

That question didn’t leave me alone so I started researching the topic. I once again learned that the inability to visualize in your mind is called aphantasia. I read articles about how other people described what it’s like missing these images.

A few weeks later I heard someone make a joke about Schrödinger’s cat. An idea began to form.

Drawing Parallels – Schrödinger’s Box and the Mystery of Memory in Aphantasia

First of all, I want to give you a short explanation of Schrödinger’s Box. It’s a thought experiment. A very simplified version would be:

A cat and a radioactive substance are placed inside a locked steel box. The substance has a 50% chance of killing the cat within the next hour. This means we cannot know whether the cat survived or died until we open the box. Until that happens, the cat is (in a sense) both dead and alive. Only by observing the cat can we confirm the current state. Meaning so long as we don’t observe it, the cat is (in effect) both dead and alive at the same time.

Schrödinger’s thought experiment is very complex and difficult to understand, but the main point is that a quantum system can be in multiple states at the same time, just like the cat in the box.

If you wish to learn more about Schrödinger’s cat, here’s a video that explores this concept in greater depth.

This thought experiment has always fascinated me. When I started thinking about Schrödinger’s box, I started to see similarities with my own experience of memories.

Let’s use the example of my mother.

Unveiling the Uncertainty of Memories in Aphantasia: My Personal Schrödinger’s Box

Since I cannot produce a clear image of my mother inside my head, I am unsure about the exact characteristics of her face; The shape of her nose, the shade of her eye colour, the look of the glasses she is always wearing, etc.

Just like Schrödinger’s cat that is both alive at the same time, memories of my mother exist inside my head… and they do not.

In a sense, the “image” of my mother, the collection of information about her appearance that I have without actually visualizing her in my mind, could be thought of as memories inside Schrödinger’s box.

When I see my mother, the box opens. I confirm the state of what’s inside the box: My knowledge about how my mother looks. I notice differences in her hairstyle, clothing, and accessories. I replace the old information on her appearance with the new one I just gathered.

Then I look away, and the image of her quickly vanishes. I no longer observe her, so I cannot confirm the current state of the information inside the box.

It’s as though my memories are sealed inside my own version of Schrödinger’s box.

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I’m writing something on aphantasia at the moment. I googled Schroedinger’s Cat and aphantasia as I’d been thinking about it and wondering whether it was a good analogy to describe aspects of my aphantasia and if anyone else had made the same connection! It seems we have. I think I’d use it slightly differently (I haven’t quite worked it out yet) but it’s a pretty similar thought…

I’m writing something on aphantasia at the moment. I googled Schroedinger’s Cat and aphantasia as I’d been thinking about it and wondering whether it was a good analogy to describe aspects of my aphantasia and if anyone else had made the same connection! It seems we have. I think I’d use it slightly differently (I haven’t quite worked it out yet) but it’s a pretty similar thought…

This. Is. Genius. Your use of Schrodinger’s Cat Analogy to your mother is so far beyond spot-on, I think it’s, well, genius! I always wondered why I didn’t seem to miss people as much as other people…like, I thought I was sociopathic at some level, like I didn’t care about humans as much as others. But when I saw those people that I (thought I) didn’t miss that much, it all flooded back into my mind. But take them out of the picture and they are LITERALLY “out of sight, out of mind” (whoever coined that phrase was either aphantasic or didn’t really understand the gravity of that sequence of words). When you wrote “When I see my mother, the box opens” I gasped, because that is EXACTLY what my experience throughout life has been like (I also didn’t really realize that I can’t see the nuances of my mom’s face in my head and that makes me a little sad, but I’ll always have her aura I guess). But, anyway, thank you for that analogy…I’m totally using it like always!!

But the cat can only be in one state we just do not know which one, not knowing does not make the cat be what it is not. Wonderful story though.