Is there value in the newfound and everlasting virtual eternity of our lives online? If so, what is that value and how is it quantified, qualified, banked and spent?
Or are we forever condemned by the tangential emptiness of the numbing
recorded history of our lives online? Is there just too much data on us
to ever be contextually comprehensible or criminally indicting?
When you create a web page, write an email, compose a blog post or
leave a comment — is there an inherent vested value in that action or
Does that determined permanence of your words bore you, overwhelm you,
or inspire you?
How do you handle the new “never-endingness” of the web — and does
that hard reality factor into, or influence, the breadcrumbs of your life you are unwillingly forced to leave behind for eternal inspection?