We have an inherent need to collect things
to collect anything and everything- as if we’d lose it forever if we left bits behind…
There’s no rhyme or reason
Our collections come in many forms
We capture fleeting moments in film with hope we’ll revisit the image, the moment..
in truth, how often do we go back and treasure the time capsule we have amounted?
how often do we map out the places we have been? The people we have seen?
We line our memories and photographs in digital realms
losing sight of the vast amounts we accumulate every day, hour, minute, second…click
click
click we save our live’s into an invisible hemisphere we cannot feel, taste or touch…a ghost in the ether
our captured bubbles frozen in time
our collections’ are collages in another world
often forgotten
often misplaced
sometimes unretrievable…
We collect too much
too quickly
hoarders of a new world
like we pollute most things on this planet
now we litter the ether
the digital realm with forgotten relics of our past
like the lost and scattered satellites in space
now discarded and abandoned in dark matter…
How much more do we collect and consume?
Is there a limit to what we can contain- should contain?
We have an inherent need to collect things
to collect anything and everything- as if we’d lose it forever if we left bits behind…
There’s no rhyme or reason…
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