I’ve become a hoarder of memoriesPosted: July 3, 2012 | |
As I write this my wife’s sisters are paying us a visit. Eating pizza cross-legged on the floor and all that.
On the TV is a film of Glastonbury and they’re all watching. If you’ve been then you know it’s quite a spectacle. I said I’d attended four times but for all that I could come up with just one picture (above).
My Glastonbury years were pre-smartphone and mostly pre-digital photography. I didn’t document it in fine detail.
Vietnam being the way it is, my wife and inlaws have never had the chance to attend such an event. I’d actually like to be able to share more of my own experiences but they’re fading.
I’ve started to recognise this feeling. A slight sadness at pre-digital memories slipping away. A time before I had the technology to document it all. It’s easy to be negative about the smartphone generation but there’s a certain comfort in saving your life to “the cloud”. I remind myself to do things like save my wedding music playlist somewhere. I’ve become a hoarder of memories.
Life is now split into pre and post digital. Pre digital is getting more and more hazy.