Thanks to digital photography, everyone now has easily retrievable stored memories (whether they want to be reminded of the past or not). I have no idea where the souvenir photo in the cardboard frame from my winter formal circa 1988 is. If I had it in my possession it would serve a two-fold purpose: to illustrate the too-big-on-top green taffeta/black velvet gown I was referring to recently and I could submit it to My High School Boyfriend Was Gay. So many tumblrs, so little time.
