Writings in the Sand

Misty Memories

Do you ever look at your Facebook memories? That page where Facebook shows you what you were doing or thinking on this date through the years? Are you ever surprised?

I am often taken aback by my own status updates. Some seem to be from a wittier me, some from a more caustic me and others are just the obligatory reporting of what I cooked or ate that day.

Now and again, my memory is missing.

It’s not enough, apparently, that I forget my own memories, Facebook is actually forgetting some for me. I haven’t removed posts or links or content, which means Facebook did. I assume this is back before Zuckerberg got scared and revealed that the government told him what to censor. Before they admitted that they didn’t just censor what they deemed to be “disinformation” or “misinformation” but also “malinformation” - that is, information that is factual and true but they don’t want you to mention it. Apparently, he’s changed his ways.

Right.


Not too long ago, someone on WDC asked if anyone was afraid to post on social media? No, I am not worried about what I write. I am more worried about the posts they won’t let you read.

I want my memories back.