Zen and the Art of Searching for Lost Computer Files
Spend your quarantine digging through your digital attic
Over the last few weeks, I’ve found myself trying to find things. Sometimes I manage to find them; sometimes I don’t. I found my ice cream maker and my hole punch. I didn’t find the photograph I took when I was around 12 years old of the day the big tree fell down at school.
The reason for this hunting is the coronavirus. Indirectly — but ultimately it’s the root cause. Since the lockdown started, I’ve become much more confident in finding lost things. It would be too much to call it a silver lining, but I know that recently lost items are somewhere in my flat as I’ve barely been anywhere else.
Trapped inside, I’ve gone on excursions indoors as an alternative to day trips. My flat isn’t big, so these excursions consist of looking at things I haven’t looked at lately: the drawer of batteries and string, the tub of fuses, and that thing to get the SIM out of iPhones. Once I ran out of physical places to look, I started looking in digital places—a tour of my hard drives and web services.
Really this began when a friend from school asked if I remembered the tree that fell down. Not only did I remember it, I said, but I also had a photograph. And so I started searching.
