Musings on my Digital Legacy

Push it. Tweet it. Blog it. Send it. Post it. ‘Gram it. Pin it. Snap it.

Stop.

Repeat it.

As a user experience curator and digital technologist my mark on the world isn’t on stretched canvases or scribbled in note books, it’s not a tag on urban streets, a record in an almanac or on a sheet of music — It’s coded into the fibers our infinite techgalaxy.

I can’t burn it, erase it, scrub it, bury it or remix it.

One click.

One tap.

One swipe.

No takebacksies.

Every keystroke a paint stroke on digital cave walls.

Every stroke a mark of my existence.

What picture have I painted?

What picture am I painting?

What picture will I paint?

Will I be defined by impulse Tweets, will I curate my legacy through Lo-Fi filtered Instagrams or immortalized through a timeless logo?

Met with a white screen and blinking cursor I ponder the possibility of my me.