I bought a new hard drive.
I'm amazed at how quietly it runs. I can barely hear it spinning, or writing, or reading, over the loud sound of the computer fans.
I got tired of endlessly deleting files to make room for new stuff. Now I have the task of endlessly copying old files onto the new hard drive. And then wipe the system disk clean, because it's a mess.
It's always been an adventure to find all the files I want to keep. They're scattered all over the place, with no order or pattern -- images, programs, documents, movies, bits and pieces, memories, stuck in random folders. And then the critical decision making. Do I keep this, or do I delete it?
I've always been a nostalgic person. I find myself clinging on to objects, things, people, because of the memories embedded within them. Objects remind me of the memories. The same goes with files. An old essay reminding you of an english course. An old picture you made way back when. Things that are useless, but things I will probably never delete. Because for me, deleting means forgetting.