Room 203

Today I'm mourning lost media. Over the years I've kept many journals, blogs, personal writings on sites with journal features and most if not all have met the same end. Being deleted, thrown away, or destroyed.

Some of my best writings were amongst the journals of my youth. My most creative poems that channeled real, raw emotions simply forgotten on pages that no longer exist.

It's a shame I don't have all of those things to look back on. The evolution of my being, the scribbles in angst as a teenager, the records of relationships in early adulthood.

It's the very motivation of creating Soft Archive. Nothing here is ever lost. Things may change over time and rooms and records may change, expand, become restricted, or become undiscoverable over time but the memories and records are never lost. Instead they are archived forever in the Pink Motel.