shift + delete.

I guess it was still there inside of me. Not lying in wait, biding its time or just fading away; more like neglected, but still there nonetheless. I have observed it for a long time now and just realized it; that apparently even the mere deletion of files in our hard drives elicit an emotional response, that there is an apparent reason why we only hit the Delete button not Shift + Delete because we will not really be very sure if we want to permanently delete things from our lives or hard drives. The Recycle Bin quietly holds our hopes up for us, the virtual container for an ideal that most often is the root of despair and blogs.

It is extremely difficult for reason to explain why some things are the focus of so much emotion that it goes beyond the physicality of that very thing and from time to time you still find yourself trying to explain it to yourself; logically, you most often fail. Reason tells you that it is just an object, except that we have associated it with an emotion from a memory so much that it isn't about the object or its function anymore.  Is it still about the object then? Or is it about the emotion? Or do they go hand in hand, like somewhere in those words irony and paradox are holding hands.

The sentimentality of things goes beyond physicality now; it involves a lot of zeroes and ones, and involves more than simple computing power for them to manifest virtually, and that sentimentality still manages to tear our hearts. And I think this is the one unspoken truth about the surge of sales in consumer hard drives even as the race for the next big data compression algorithm still goes on:

The sentimentality of memory.

"...because it was the only thing I had left of you."  - Will Hayes