A few days ago, I had to delete my Google account
I removed the avatar I had gotten used to over several years, went through some emails, saved my photos, and transferred my documents to another account. Nothing special — these things happen.
But this small event made me realize that the internet has become a space where part of our personality lives — the things that matter to us. Before, there were letters, old Polaroid photographs, real paper diaries. But now, in the modern world, we all live among written digital code. And in a way, this is the future that science fiction writers imagined. It's a new level of collective memory.
How many dead accounts, message histories, and cloud storages full of photos will remain after us? All of it can disappear easily and quickly — even faster than physical media. Or maybe someone will decide to open a digital museum someday, to show our descendants how their ancestors lived a hundred years ago?