At what point does the act of trying to record and preserve everything so your future self can remember start limiting how much you are experiencing that which you are saving in the first place? All the trips to
Huntington,
Santa Monica,
San Francisco,
and so many
other
places with J; all the
formal dinners
birthday parties,
Mafia games,
and barbeques with Avery people;
and a good chunk of what I remember is what I saw through the viewfinder. What did I miss? What could I have experienced were it not for the expensive piece of glass and silicon I held in my hands?
