When Books & Movies Act like Memories' Stepping Stones
In an era when your intense online activity will be overly rewarded and there will be ways for gigantic GBs of free storage space online, it seems impossible to let down these offers, like you are forced to dance something you don't really want. I hear from everywhere "get 50GB of online storage for your photos", "get an e-reader to have 1000+ books available at any time", but I find myself insisting more and more on the physical things' form; the books in my library and the saved films and music in hardware mode. When my 1 TB hard disk almost self-destructed due to overloading, my dad wondered "why do not erase anything, since all these can be watched in the internet nowadays?". Hmm such a good question, why exactly don't I?
Because I love stories. I love genuine, amazing, true stories that stir your mind so strongly and release massive doses of feelings. For me, here's the target of every artistic piece of work, whether it's a book, a movie, a song, or anything else. The probability that some pages, chapters, artistic interpretations or sounds or glances will touch your delicate emotional strings and open the bag of Aeolus in your mind. Emotions, catalytic enough will be loosen to shake the very core of your heart, to instantly wet your eyes or to give you a sudden inexplicable feeling of euphoria and happiness. These stories would active feelings so dangerous, that could change your life and the way you think and judge your environment .
If these stories succeed in offering you something so precious, they will be part of your memories, part of you. Sometimes when recalling memories, I tend to surprise myself by remembering scenes that I "lived in", but not exactly experienced. You can live in a story even if it's not a first person one, you can always imagine it. That opportunity gives your mind the immense power to improvise with your senses' "intakes". You just imagine images and sounds and textures as you want them to be. They are food for your imagination, there to add details and embellish everyday moments or even greater to offer you a visual on a time or spatial field that you couldn't exist and witness otherwise.
These unique stories and memories feel the need to stored somewhere. Somewhere, where it will be easy to be approached in the future when you feel that they start fading in your mind. To be stored the same way family photographs are and to be seen when you feel that you don't remember the past as vividly as you wished to. So when I open a book or press the movie's "play" that I, respectively, have already read or seen, I know in advance the stream of emotions that will be jetted. The are part of my personality from now on and I categorically deny to expose them in the absolute vacuum of the internet, the uncertainty of the web. I wouldn't do it like I wouldn't storage the family photo albums out in my huge balcony, cause of "infinite space there".
So here's why I wouldn't delete files from the hard drives, which ostensibly are very accecible online. They contain within them, precious memories' stepping stones and letting them somewhere so far uncertainly away, feels like condemning them to oblivion.
So, what's your opinion on that subject. Please tell me, I would love to know.
Credits: Photo by: Mladen Penev