A reflection

I add yet another selfie to an
already growing list of selfies.

Photo number 6666677677666 gets stored on my phone, I deem that it's good enough.
Sometimes it makes its way to be married to social media,
Facebook, WhatsApp, instagram, twitter, linkedin, Snapchat everywhere it goes.

When its time is done, it gets sorted and stored somewhere safe, safe until my next forgotten password fiasco.

Sometimes, after a year or two these photographs are gassed and sent to heaven or hell.
Who cares, they are deleted permanently from its existence.
Their traces, bloodlines erased forever.

I am often pondering why certain photos took up space,
why it created a memory,
when did it occur and I struggle to remember and I discard it-
Spots open only for important memories.
The next iteration they may go too...
Its survival of the most importantest.

People, places - only the relevant ones stay,
yet again their relevance subjective and always bound to change.

For now, There is a need for space for my latest picture,
a poem that I have written.
So my head is wondering which ones to obliterate and make space...

Maybe God is doing just that ,
Making space for new photos in his album when he cleans them off the Earth.