I've been looking through photo-memory-times tonight with the idea of making a post, summing up my ill-thoughts on life thus far, because, that's what you do isn't it.
I realised that I'm the keeper of all my photo memories, nobody else, not mother, father, aunt, grandparent, best friend, lover, nobody owns anything close to a photo memory of mine, or of me. Not because I've not spent any event-type moments with these people, just, because, well, they just don't do that really.
It made me a little melancholy to think that, if I destroyed my hard-drive, they would cease to exist, and nobody would be any the wiser, or put-out in the least.
There we are, make your own kind of music kid.