Some hours ago, my hard drive crashed. I have lost everything. All of my academic work for the past two years; all of my photos; all of my bookmarks. I had been performing backups until my backup drive was stolen, so it appears that I was destined to lose the battle for data integity.
There is an irony that I see here: I had already begun to distance myself from my Ontarian life in anticipation of a big move. My clothing, my furniture, and my physical possessions have already been pared down to suitcase-sized things, but somehow I didn’t expect to lose my digital self along with all the rest. Now there actually isn’t anything besides my memory to remind me of the path that brought me here. I guess there’s nowhere to go but forwards, is there? I wouldn’t know how to go back even if I wanted to. Perhaps there’s symbolism to it all that I cannot entirely grasp. Am I going right, or am I going wrong? In any case, I can only keep going.