I hope my Mother didn't have me in the hopes that I'd want all her photos once she's gone... I know they mean something to her... But, uh, they don't really mean anything to me. I don't really understand photos. I don't understand why people on vacation are too busy taking photos to experience their vacation. I don't understand why people look at photos instead of remembering. I don't understand why people want to externalise their memory... Engrave it in stone... Perhaps it is because my memory / history is mostly painful... I'm happy to take all the constructive re-remembering features I can get