Posted September 28, 2006, 4:43 pm

Memory.

Scanning in old negatives is very exhausting, I’m tempted to import all of them, and that’s what I’ve been working towards, but I’ve got to accept that some of these photos aren’t worth the five minutes it takes to scan them, adjust the resolution, and correct the brightness. Only the good ones go up on the Flickr.

If my dad taught me one thing, it’s that storage is cheap, it will always be cheaper later, and you should never get rid of something because of storage issues. He meant this in terms of computers, of course, but I’ve found myself applying it to everything else. I own so many blank notebooks, for fear I’ll have an idea and nowhere to lay it down. I have duplicates upon duplicates of different versions of the same damn Kid Presentable song. I have a box that must weigh thirty pounds, filled with paper artifacts from the last five years of my life. I have two independent backups of everything on my computer, and update them weekly.

I wouldn’t say that with a self-deprecating edge, if I had more confidence in the idea that the things I produce are worth keeping. I have a consistent dream, that years from now I will look back and bathe in nostalgia as I look over my physical collection of memories. I have no faith in my own ability to remember the most beautiful things around me, and I’m more afraid than anything, that I’ll never know what I’ll lose.

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