The relationship between the Internet and childhood memory, or generational memory, is a strange one that hasn’t yet been sufficiently chronicled or really thought through. You may have some obscure, fragmentary childhood memory of a plastic toy, something you had invested a ton of feeling in at the age of 8 and haven’t thought of since the age of 10, in a moment of hazy reverie — but should you convert that into keystrokes and share it with the general intellect, a couple of minutes later you end up watching video of a grown man, victim of some strange arrested development, laboriously manipulating it. The childlike wonder of the memory submerges so quickly you’d almost not recognize it five minutes later, beneath the collective commodity-fetish imagination of the dullards of the digital world. But then, you think, this feeling must’ve been there once for the guy in the video, too. He must’ve known it, even if wordlessly, however repressed or sublimated it became. The Internet did this to his childhood, too. Some strange beauty no doubt still dwells, submerged, even within the soul of Katana Guy.

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  1. even better: in 20 years, the childhood memories that people endlessly pick over will be memories of watching people endlessly pick over their own childhood memories

    “oh man… remember that video from when we were kids, of some swedish guy remembering pokemon?”

    1. Ah, childhood. I remember when we used to watch videos of people saying “I remember when we used to watch videos of people saying “I remember when we used to watch videos of people saying

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