We have, each of us, a life-story, an inner narrative – whose continuity, whose sense, is our lives… each of us is a biography, a story. Each of us is a singular narrative, which is constructed, continually, unconsciously, by, through, and in us.
Sacks argues that the ego narrative is not a representation of selfhood but its very substance, such that its disruption — as in Korsakov’s syndrome — requires frenzied confabulation to reconstitute a self moment by moment.
, The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, 1985thesis