When I thought of writing this dispatch, I found myself scrolling through recent photos on my cloud account. Scouring through these photos I realised how almost all these photographs are first and foremost memories, notes, bookmarks.

You want to read something? You take a screenshot. You want to remember someone’s phone number? You write it on a piece of paper and then take a photo of it. You’re in a moment and want to preserve it in the recesses of mind for a longer duration? Snap out the phone and click a photograph.

More than anything else, these photographs in my gallery and cloud have taken on the form of something that is more than its immediate self. They have become what once used to be my notes, my drafts, my post-its, my scribbles. Less paper used up that way, but am I able to remember all these accumulated emotions?