flickr is this awful-wonderful-vault-of-memories that does much too good of a job at chronicalling one’s life.

my first random flickr post was in july of 2003 and the past 8 years of casual photos have been uploaded to their cloud for safe keeping.

they have done a very good job at the aforementioned safe-keeping.

at this point, flickr’s memory of my past 8 years of life is better than my own.

i feel really good about this.

the fact that flickr has 8 years of my life coded-away in some rack-mounted-server-in-bumfuck-nowhere makes me feel immortal…like a superhero….like a public-figure…vulnerable…all there for anyone to see.

in my 34th year, mortality means something very different than it did for 26year-old-me…i wish i could talk to 2003-me.

…still, 8 years on flickr gets me so-so-so-close.

here’s me on flickr