It’s ironic that, while we are finding out that inconsequential, even unconscious, revelations we have made online, whether in Facebook or LinkedIn or email, to name just a few places, never die— they live to haunt us forever, but the stuff that we want to remain dissolves in the digital ether.
I’ve recently discovered that the many articles I wrote for Chelsea Now are no longer accessible online. As if they never existed, as if I never wrote them. The bit.ly links I created for articles elsewhere are now dead. The first article I wrote out of J-School, a long piece about Betty Friedan for which I interviewed many interesting and famous people, is nowhere to be found.
Photographs fade, and even CDs and DVDs live only so long on the shelf. Hard drives fail, paper disintegrates — is there any permanence?