“Or rather, I watched the machine do it for him. Wendy still had some memory of her father—mostly because I made a point to talk about him every day—but I worried that later in life, she would have trouble recalling anything about him. Memories of early childhood are muddy at best for most of us. I certainly couldn’t remember anything from my toddler years, though it helped to see pictures. I only wish I had used my camera more often during my brief marriage to Alex. At least I’d had all of them... printed at the local photography store. My collection of photos consisted of a somewhat archaic shelf of albums with cellophane-covered pages. Who even has these anymore? I wondered as I stood in my living room one morning, staring at them. Everything in our modern world had gone digital in such a short span of time. Whenever I visited my friend’s houses, all they had was a single battery-operated picture frame sitting on a shelf with a continuous dissolving slideshow. I had to ask myself…what would happen if there was some sort of apocalypse, zombie or otherwise, where batteries were hard to come by?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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