My memory is basically nonfunctional these days. I think a large part of that is a result of offloading the functions and purpose of memory to my iPhone.
My phone is now the main document of my daily life. I don’t have to remember appointments because my phone tells me what I need to do. I don’t have to remember important information because I send texts and emails to myself as reminders. And I don’t have to remember where I’ve been or what I was doing, because there are likely to be photos tracking my movement for most days of the year.
For today’s slice, I borrowed an idea from Erica to look back across five Marches through photographs. What story would I tell about my life over the past five years just from looking at photos from March 22? (If I don’t have a photo from March 22, I’ve selected the photo closest to that date.)
March 19, 2017:
March 21, 2018:
March 22, 2019:
March 22, 2020:
March 21, 2021:
March 22, 2022:
the dirigible plum 
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