Photos are less markers of memories than they are Web-browser bookmarks for our lives. And, just as with bookmarks, after a few months it becomes hard to find photos or even to navigate back to the points worth remembering.
Om Malik, “In the Future, We Will Photograph Everything and Look at Nothing” (via newyorker)
This could also be said about this blog.
Why am I writing the minutia of my life here, then?
Does anyone know?
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