"No more looking back, no more living in the past...."
Yesterday I managed to make it home with the pictures I took that day still in my camera. Much if not most of the time, for reasons I still haven't tracked down, all the pictures in its memory disappear by the time I plug that cheap piece of crap into the USB port. It invariably happens when I have pictures that would have been really special: The many poses I had Ernesto take of me and my new car; my car buried under a night's snowfall; the snowy city laid out before our eyes from the 11th floor of my building.(I don't want to go into details now so I don't jinx it, but I'll be disappointed if the pictures I took this morning don't go the distance, for example.)
Similarly, much of what I have written in this journal over the years...some of which I considered my best writing of the times, and not merely because it was almost my only writing of the times...is lost to the ages. My previous free site host had the unfortunate habit of losing everyone's pages when their server crashed, despite their claims of having invested heavily in a RAID array, which made their frequent pitches for their paid hosting service all the more ironic. I managed to retrieve many of my lost pages from various cache sites across the Internet. Then the hard drive where I stored those pages crashed and lost all the data on that disk.
All is ephemeral, these jottings perhaps more so than the crumbling fanzines or discarded library books or decaying celluloid or obsolete computer media where so many of our shared thoughts once dwelt, but all ephemera just the same.
Castles built on sand. Writings on water.
