A digital loss,
How easy is it to get over the loss of digital work, for me
its very hard to see the old hard drive fail and the loss of so may months of
work, too loose 365 images is, “well it happens” but to loose 365 poems is so
hard to recreate.
Backups of backups to replace the loss of them images,
really it just means reediting the work, well some, some taken form the loss
would be just easier to reshoot. You see models have changed in the time that
has lapsed so, would it not be fairer for them to rework the session. Alas most
have quit the profession become married, had children, moved on with their life’s.
But the poems you see are completely different, the inspirations
have shifted as my mind drifts on the currents of life the loss of them hurts
deeply. Too this I have come depressed a dangerous place for me to be, for the
shadows of dreams are changed to the chains of blackness each leading only back
to the depths of the empty room.
Whom shall be the light, for the hand of inspirations is
surely needed, fear not what I capture, fear only of what I write. For the dust
will well have settled before you too are a footnote of a dream. Alas you will become
lost in the depths of the digital age, read by few, seen by many as part of the
cloud.
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