
Night Shift on the Memory Machine
Unearthing the Archive
Once again I’ve spent the night — about six hours, midnight to six a.m. — reviewing and sorting through the countless items on my hard drives. Little treasure bins scattered across folders, partitions, old drives, and backup copies. It’s quiet work, and it suits me. The house is still. No distractions. Just me and the glow of the screen, moving files like bones in an archaeological dig. Continue reading










