it physically hurts me to think about all the photos i took and then lost due to poor digital archiving and my terrible file-handling skills. physical media, i need you. physical world, we need you. we are 3d creatures of flesh with 5 senses and a soul. give me my memories back, cursed liquid-crystal display. give me my freedom. and flowers that die, because you lie—you digital void, black hole of silicon valley—you consume all things and return nothing, wretched mirror of illusions.













