my whole life can be found in the cloud
After reading Microserfs a few years ago I created an email account as a sort of online journal—to send things I need to do, thoughts, links, poems, etc. as a place to keep myself true to myself but still hidden online. Similar to a tumblr, I suppose, but without updating you 20xmillion a day with my random/unprocessed drivel. I grew up habitually writing in journals (which I have since thrown away, un-regretfully so), but this email account has slowly started to replace my handwriting. I’ve found it refreshing, as I can type my feelings and thoughts out with greater comfort and speed than I can write in a journal—journals can be stumbled upon, opened and read by eyes other than my own, whereas emails are at least protected by passwords (although I have wondered if there is any kind of posthumous hacking allowed? Are things like that possible? Should I be worried about that? Or even a breach during my lifetime, I suppose is possible as well…) Perhaps my handwritten journals are a loss to be mourned, though, as I obviously can’t use an iPhone worth shit.
