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Sunday Energies

An Archive of Old Photos

Clearing out your phone's storage always ends the exact same way. You delete three screenshots and end up stuck scrolling through old vacation photos πŸ“Έ

Watercolor: a stack of old printed photos on a table, with a pale moon and distant stars in the background.

The storage full notification arrives at the exact moment you urgently need to capture an important shot. You open your camera roll in irritation to quickly clear out the junk, delete a couple of blurry receipts, and suddenly find yourself staring at how strangely that jacket fit you three years ago πŸ§₯

🌘 Mid-morning, the Moon meets Saturn. In astrology, Saturn is responsible for preservation and structure, so this shows up as a mild melancholy: deleting a bad outtake feels like a shame for some reason, because that too is a piece of your personal history.

Cleaning out the archives is a deceptive and addictive process. You planned to free up a gigabyte in five minutes, and you wanted to get your folders in order, but instead you inadvertently check which of the people in the photos you actually still talk to.

Your phone won't sort out this archive on its own, but among the old shots you will suddenly find that one photo you want to keep. Plus, you can still send ten screenshots of recipes straight to the trash today πŸ“±

You delete a couple of receipts and find yourself staring at an old jacket.

A small experiment Β· 5 minutes

Delete only the screenshots

Open your camera roll and delete ten old screenshots of other people's texts or products ⏱ It is better to stay out of the folder with photos of people today.

What does it mean for you?

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