I’ve recently come to the realization that if I were to die anytime soon, all that would be left of me is my computer. My entire life’s accomplishments thus far are contained in a white, 13 inch MacBook laptop on which I have doodled several colourful sharpie nonsense (they said I’ve “ruined” my computer, I like to think I gave it character.)
Everything I have ever written, everything I’ve ever photographed, everything I’ve ever listened to or watched, is all contained on this one machine. If (yes, IF) I die, all you ever wanted to or needed to know about me is contained here. If you open my web browser, you’ll notice there’s about 30 bookmarked items, several of which are folders, within which are all my favourite websites. You can go through it and click through the sites I visited on a daily basis, the blogs I follow, the blogs I own, my social networks, my favourite TV shows. You can look through my IMDB account and see a list of all the movies I’d planned on watching, and all the books I wanted to read on GoodReads.com.
The thought half-depresses me. On one hand, it’s terrifying to know my whole life is contained in something so small. On the other, it brings a smile on my face because it reminds me of a Friends episode, when Ross is chatting up a girl, telling her about how in the future, humans can live on forever in the form of machines.
I wonder if anyone else’s life is like this?
P.S.: come to think of it, I should probably back up this whole machine in case it dies or gets stolen ….