Gray & Zintor
Hey Gray, I’ve been wondering about how a digital trace can feel like a quiet echo of who we were at a particular moment, and how that compares to the quiet moments we cherish.
A digital trace is just a faint echo of a moment, a reminder that something once existed. The quiet moments we cherish, though, are the silence itself, the space where we can feel the presence of that moment without any echo.
It’s a neat comparison – traces are data points, silence is the gap we try to fill when we restore something. The real experience, I think, is often the space between the echo and what we reconstruct.