When you can fit your life onto an external hard drive,
you start to wonder what your life is really adding up to.
I've trapped my memories onto 500 GB of external memory.
Spent or wasted,
depending on how you want to look at it.
9 months of looking at 2 years of missed memories.
It can be hard to let go if you surround yourself,
with the memories that you wish hadn't ended...
When your external memory erases,
you start to wonder what your life had really been,
and even where to start from.
I had limited myself to 500 GB,
tortured myself with all of that lost memory.
Oh, the photos.
They're all gone.
My back up memory is gone.
Time to start over.