I was looking for my old pictures….
Especially those before I turned 25.
I didn’t take much picture of myself, I only started taking pictures when I went to Germany. I guess that’s when I feel memories start to matter.
The problem is, I kept my photos in my portable harddisk, not bothering to print them out.
As technology have it, all the portable harddisk I have invariably broken down at one point or another, just when I need it.
Like a stolen mobile phone, the broken harddisk destroy much more valuable things than money. Contacts that I could not remember without the digital help, pictures now lost.
Thanks for facebook though, that is, until I find that my friend’s pre-2007 facebook album is also no more.
I have been lazily assuming that facebook would pose a less data decay risk than my cheap portable harddisk.
Again my assumptions left me dissapointed
I am now a man with few memories, some, but not much.
And those that remain, I pledge to print them out.
Photo from your past is a funny thing, when you see them, you experience catharsis.
The flood of memories of people, of laughter, their sound, the light, the place.
Oh how I wish I can have more of my past.
It’s slipping past me.
The roads I pass when I go about in my past and today is not much different, but how things have been different.
l long to remember, who he was that he is today.
I better keep this effing wordpost notes somewhere safe now.
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