digital history - by Ava - bookbear express

Nabokov, in Speak, Memory: The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing with the utmost zest all my life, and I have reason to believe that this almost pathological keenness of the retrospective faculty is a hereditary trait. * Today I woke up panicked because my phone kept shutting off. The chain of events, as far as I remember: it got wet in the shower Friday night, then Saturday the front camera was fucked up but I had hope that it would dry and recover, and Sunday morning it became clear that I needed to get a new phone. Let me reconstruct my panic: Me: “My phone is dying. It keeps randomly turning off. I’m freaking out.” S: “Do you have Applecare? Just go to the store.” Me: “But what if my phone dies and never turns on again before I make it to the store?” S: “Don’t you have an iCloud backup?” Me: “Yes, but will every single text be preserved? And what about messages on Signal and Whatsapp?” S: “I mean, do you care if you lose a

Nabokov, in Speak, Memory: The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing with the utmost zest all my life, and I have reason to believe that this almost pathological keenness of the retrospective faculty is a hereditary trait. * Today I woke up panicked because my phone kept shutting off. The chain of events, as far as I remember: it got wet in the shower Friday night, then Saturday the front camera was fucked up but I had hope that it would dry and recover, and Sunday morning it became clear that I needed to get a new phone. Let me reconstru