postmodernmess
I’m not here to leave a legacy - I’m here to enjoy life and hope that everyone else would do the same if only my digital ashes were left.
I’m with you there in spirit Brit, but dang dang did it strike me that I would be interested to see some none-destroyed photos of my great-great-grandfather, say, working on the Bushmill’s distillery in Belfast.
They existed at one time, purposefully passed down, but have been lost to the vulnerability of the physical. To leave such a trail, but in uneroded bits, for my possible if uncertain progeny, even merely as a matter of course, sounds like a fairly grand bonus to our time in back-lit rectangles.
