I found an old unposted private story I'd made and forgotten about. It's something I'm deeply uncomfortable about, having now reread it, but the quality of the craftsmanship of it made me stop partway and ponder, "did I even write this?"

I did. Unquestionably, I did. And it feels like it was made by a complete stranger's hands. Nothing about it I could remember, and yet it was all, unquestionably, mine.

What has happened to me? What more did I lose when I lost that laptop? How much of my life will I lose as the digital landscape falls into entropy?