I suspect this won't be popular (notice this comment is currently at the bottom of the page), but I agree with this. I suppose I'm just temperamentally very muc

I suspect this won't be popular (notice this comment is currently at the bottom of the page), but I agree with this. I suppose I'm just temperamentally very much not a hoarder, but I grew up in the pre-www era and this doesn't really resonate with me. I never wrote much down, didn't save letters, didn't take photos or videos. It doesn't really make a difference to me that Facebook might go away and iCloud will delete my photos, because I don't have a Facebook profile and don't upload anything to iCloud anyway. This seems much closer to me to the baseline human experience anyway. For the vast majority of the time humans have existed, we had neither writing nor photography. While those things are important culturally for transmitting knowledge, I don't see every individual's personal memories as being something that matters to preserve. My mom digitized a bunch of old betamax tapes five years ago and showed us the old videos when my wife and I visited for Christmas. It was interesting but not exactly critical to my life enjoyment that I be able to see school plays from kindergarten and my sister's 7th birthday party and whatever else she showed us. One of my very earliest, I supposed 3rd overall, friends, died when we were 12 from an allergic response, almost exactly like what happened in the film "My Girl." She was in some of these videos and it is the only photographic evidence of her existence I have. I don't feel like that added anything. In spite of not seeing an image of her for nearly three decades, I didn't forget her. And if I had forgotten her, well, I wouldn't be aware of it since that is what forgetting means. The sadness of forgetting is entirely abstract. No actual person is sad if no actual person remembers. The most important thing is seeing and spending time with the people I still have.