I’ve been spending time in the Wayback Machine lately.
What started as a quick look at an old website somehow turned into an evening of digging through old pages, old projects, and old versions of myself.
At least that’s what I thought I was looking at.
The strange thing is that I haven’t been thinking much about the websites themselves.
Not the designs.
Not the technology.
Not even the internet.
What keeps sticking with me is something harder to describe.
I keep recognizing things.
Not specific memories.
Patterns.
Questions.
Interests.
Ways of looking at the world.
It’s making me wonder how much of a person’s life is actually a series of changes and how much is the same handful of questions showing up in different forms over and over again.
I’m not sure.
I think that’s what I’ve been trying to figure out all week.
Maybe that’s why I keep opening another old page and then another.
It feels like I’m looking backward.
But somehow that’s not quite what it feels like at all.
