This article explores something I have independently come to realize about the internet. The idea that anything we post will last forever is more so an adage than a claim that content has permanence. There is plenty of content I wish I had kept online, but either due to embarrassment or wanting a clean slate, I wiped it from history. Deletion is easier than creation.
The author also discusses the melancholy of finding beautifully-written content that may be abandoned by its writer. I find myself feeling lonely visiting places online that lack recent updates.
I’d like to explore this more since I do think about it a lot.