thoughts on digital hoarding
I met my boyfriend by being funny online. Tbh I actually think he’s funnier than me and can show you the 100s of memes he’s made to prove it. Here’s my problem though—most of those are saved in our text history and as my iPhone storage shrinks (being long distance means we yap AllDayEveryDay), I’ve come to learn that Apple doesn’t make it easy to archive everything.
I think I’ve found a couple solutions that allow me to export images to my desktop but this research nags at me to meditate on the utility of digital hoarding. Regardless if I’m hoarding digital objects or physical ones, the motivation to collect remains the same: I am sentimental. And my sentimentality encourages me to forget that I don’t have all the time in the world to revisit and obsess over evidence of the past. However, my 2tb hard drive says, “who cares.”
Updating this blog or writing in my journal sometimes feel like hoarding even if both practices are healthier than posting selfies and scrutinizing my face or whateber. My lifetime subscription to Bear Blog and my pile of unused notebooks say, “who cares.”