After 8 years of working on what has felt like an abacus for the last few, I have a new computer; and, in many ways, I love it. I love its speed. But mostly I love the fact that except for a data dump from my old computer stored in a file I can delete with one click of a mouse, it has no "memories". It is an empty black box; its disk space unencumbered by my daily tapping of keys. Now I have to decide whether to import my Outlook files and addresses. I feel no compulsion to do it; most of it won't be missed. A metaphor for life...?
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