I do this thing sometimes where I try to pause and take in my surroundings. The basic idea is that I’m trying to appreciate the moment with the knowledge that I am living in my own past, and if I focus, then I can maybe upgrade a memory to high definition.
This whole thing might sound like borderline pretentious behavior, but I think there is some defense in the fact that I’ve been doing this off and on for nearly a decade, and have only spoken of it briefly during two intimate moments.
So, if you’re reading this, then you’re basically like my girlfriend now. You’re welcome, internet.
I’m writing about this because I’ve been doing this a lot more lately. Next month I’ll be moving to Massachusetts after living in south-east Alabama for the majority of my 27.5 years.
It’s a big, risky jump and uncharacteristic of me; nearly as uncharacteristic as me volunteering personal information about myself through my writing.
In the news recently, I saw a story about a 100-year-old time capsule.
For a split second I started to wonder what people 100 years from now would think of a time capsule planted today. Then it occurred to me how much we’ve saturated our modern life in self-documentation, and, as a result, opening a time capsule probably isn’t going to have the same allure in the future.
Then I read a story about my old high school being demolished. Not that I am particularly attached to the school, but I am a bit of a sentimentalist. I’ve always found it neat to revisit things from my past, and now that option for part of my past no longer exists.
Everything mentioned so far in this entry converged with the fact that my blog assignment this week is to make a video and I decided it might be neat to create a visual preservation of the university I am about to leave behind.
Initially I had planned to record a voice track for the video. Rather than annoy future me or any others that watch this, I opted to include an instrumental version of Modest Mouse’s “Float On,” a song that is both fitting and approaching ten years old.
If you decide to watch this today, then I don’t suspect it will bring you much, if any, enjoyment.
For best results, try saving this page in your bookmarks and checking back in 50 years.