A few months ago, I accidentally deleted a chat history with a friend. The chat refracted in some way the history of our friendship since its beginning. But it contained no important information, no great thoughts on either side, or at least not many. This was not a great loss. I could just forget about it, I told myself. Most of us do. We lose, and we move on – usually. What matters always is the life we live, the now and next, not the bytes of info we send and receive. And we can lose far greater things, anyway – a family heirloom, even a house. We all lose memories. We all lose our childhood, and past times. And of course, the people we love.
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