Runaway Future


From where we are, to where do I begin

Filed under: The Daily Grind — forbes @ 21:09

I’ve been thinking a lot of permanence. Things that last. Something that remains.

As is always the case, I touched on this almost three years ago, the acknowledgement that this website stands as now a TEN YEAR record of life (what the fuck?). Reading through it, it takes me back. It’s more than just the words, the minutiae of the day-to-day, my stumbling, rambling way to say something meaningful or something that someone else would want to read. Reading through these archives brings me back to the person I am and the path I’ve taken. Even when I talk about something stupid or irrelevant, I can remember where I was, what I was doing, what I was actually dealing with in my life. Maybe that’s the importance of this space.

Which brings me back to permanence. It’s something I thought about with HalifaxLocals shut down: the idea of who actually owns an online community. Is it truly owned by the person paying the bills or the people who participate, interact and build. And while my past endeavours never had the reach of Locals, their importance, to me, was significant. Looking back, how great would it be for me to have the record of my time in college, from learning that I don’t want to be a computer programmer, to trying to figure out what I want to do, to deciding to go to King’s and take journalism. All lost in the shifting sands of the Internet when futur.frandt shut down. How much would I want to hold onto that period where I decided to not take journalism and instead get a real job, a moment in time chronicled and now lost on MSN Spaces.

It’s not that I think there’s anything of great importance here. It’s just that it’s a record that has been lost. A place and a time. Feelings and thoughts.

More than once in the past few weeks, I’ve mentioned to people that I wish we could hire a camera crew to come to the office and interview everyone. Just like a stupid real version of The Office. To capture this point in time. Because, it feels important, it feels like we’re on a precipice and regardless of what happens next, This, right here, right now, is important.

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