It's 1:08 AM
Feeling nostalgic
Listening to Soul Central - Strings of Life (Danny Krivit Re-Edit)
Not sure what the exact cause of it was, but I went on FB this afternoon and spent two hours going through most of my online photo albums and deleting them. Of course, there were a few gems here and there that I wanted to keep as memoirs of my past - both joyful and sad - experiences; those I organized them into neat little categories and saved them from being erased from memory of mankind.
But... this 'deletion' itself was bitter in taste from start to finish.
I could remember all the events, all the persons, all the objects, all the inside jokes, and all the memory triggers inside the pictures. Anyone could, if they've ever used a camera. For the sake of moving on, I felt it natural for me to bury my unnecessary luggage behind. Too many people that I know I would not ever meet in life again. Too many pictures of the same, generic events. It's mentally and emotionally burdening for me to carry them with me, so I chose to compress them as much as I could, maybe a picture or two for every 'moment'.
But it struck me.
Once they were gone, they were gone. Forever. I won't be remembering this detail and that from just pure memory. They were imprinted on those photos, and those details will be gone. Those faces, those clothes, those people... gone. Who will remember them? Not me. I'm just... gonna drop them here and walk on. Maybe I would remember in a dream someday in the future. Maybe somebody else will remember them.
Would we watch a video of our lives with our friends after we die? Would we remember each other? Would we smile and laugh?
Yeah... I had a moment as I was deleting those photos. Heavy day today.
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