The Internet is an Archive: Old Images

Identities are online/offline, simultaneous. Palimpsests of obsessions, opinions, lists, and listlessness encoded into abandoned pages throughout eternity.

I wonder how many times I started a blog, then abandoned it. Water the plant and leave the seed unharvested.

I was a DJ and always played drone music because that's what I like. I made this little "comic" for the radio station.

I was a DJ and always played drone music because that's what I like. I made this little "comic" for the radio station.

An old image of me with things I was making. I had to put in some makeshift boning in that corset so it warps a bit funny because it's just a brass piece in the back. This sweater was given to my mother, who loves to wear it. It was made with straight needles and stash yarn. Some was preciously handmade from Puebla, Mexico which I bought in 2007. 

An old image of me with things I was making. I had to put in some makeshift boning in that corset so it warps a bit funny because it's just a brass piece in the back. This sweater was given to my mother, who loves to wear it. It was made with straight needles and stash yarn. Some was preciously handmade from Puebla, Mexico which I bought in 2007. 

Accounts I had passwords for, gone. All this digital baggage, gone with one ill memory, one ill-remembered mnemonic, one ill special character lost to time.