Journals. I used to keep track of the goings on in my life, down to the most minute detail. No pretensions. No artificial flavoring.
I don't know where those journals are anymore. Must've kept some landfill denizens warm on cold nights.
Net paranoia notwithstanding, I suppose here's something a tad more permanent, the versatility of binary numbers. I could imagine this blog space I occupy now outliving me, floating in a sea of 1s and 0s.