A few days ago I had a realization of my independence on technology and the fragility of it all. I went to pick up my labtop beneath a pile of my roomates and I found, to much dismay, that mine was smushed and seemed to be bent in quite a bit. When I tried to turn it on, it started to blink and flash black screens and I realized that she very well could be a goner. In fear, I begin to panic and I started to comprehend the sheer mass of stuff that is stored on that bad boy that I would be upset to loose. Namingly, I found myself regretting not having a backup of my journal and all my thoughts that have been a collection of life lessons that I feel very blessed to have learned. So, since that faithful day, I decided to take action and I am putting things way up in the world wide web, where the storage is more secure than a shabby motel room where labtops and skateboards and clothes all compete for space, and usually the former miss out.
So here I am. all technology, throwing thoughts out to the wind and hoping that in my bad misfortune with "things" that the true value and beauty of words will not have the possibilty of being destroyed.
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