But, these things still follow us. At the Atlantic, Jessica Miller has written a touching personal essay about how difficult it was to exorcise the digital ghosts of a painful breakup.
"I threw out his toothbrush," she writes. "I don’t go to our favorite bar where we had our first date. When I have to be in his neighborhood, I refuse to walk down his street."
One thing she can't part with, however, is a snippet of audio that contains her ex's voice. Miller says that collects such random fragments all the time: "Call me sentimental, call me a sound hoarder, but these little bundles of ones and zeros bring a smile to my face."
Yet she can't let go of 34 seconds of a memory — "a handprint in cement, evidence that we existed." It might be digital, but it's as real as can be.
Read the whole thing here. (The Atlantic)