I am a firm believer in the fact that the world has never been better than it is now, yet I’m jealous of older ages for a few large reasons. Mainly the fact that every book, movie and album I’ve ever loved is digital, immaterial, and easily lost. I’ll never have a shelf to pull nostalgia from to share, to say “this is what I listened to at this forgotten major point of my minor life”. I have to rack my mind and dredge out the innumerable old things worth to sieve out what’s worth remembering. The digital age gives a myriad of information but forces us to ask the question; what’s really worth remembering?