disinter
disinter
to take out of the place of interment; exhume; unearth

Throughout history, people have tried to preserve that which is important to us. Some strap explosives to a sacred mountain so they can carve their guy’s face on the side. Others paint.
In the last decade, there has been a huge push to digitize basically everything. Marketing wants us to believe that online backups ensure longevity, but cut the power and all you're left with is vapor. “The Cloud” is just a bunch of data centers in a trenchcoat.
Each month, news breaks about another outlet wiping decades of their digital archives. What remains is usually locked behind a paywall. Diminishing access to the original coverage makes it easier for misshapen narratives to take hold in the public consciousness. It’s no coincidence that the VC goons are doing this at the same time they’re attempting a hostile takeover of creative pursuits.
Long term, art will prevail. Human nature is too stubborn to abandon that primal drive within us to pass down, to relate, to impart. That urge to tell tales around the fire.
I have a challenge for you: communicate with the future. Leave a missive behind, a dispatch for someone in the next century. What would you want to say? What steps would help your message endure?
The world that we know is crumbling. What will folks find in the rubble?
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