It’s not often I check what’s on my hard drive out of fear of knowing what might still be on there, and what was lost. I tend to attach to memories for a long time, reliving them as if they happened a year ago, not five or more years prior. Time is a fickle thing, and I think the fact that some memories make us feel more alive than the momentary events is a good example for why time is a concept, and we’re just living in it. Time–we both accept and loathe it, depending on what’s important at hand.