It's Raining in the Cloud


I walked into the basement the other day and saw a shoe box in a corner. When I opened it, I found dozens of old photographs from when I was very young. It was good to reminisce, and emotional to view a small segment of my past, but it also made me wonder about the future.

In this day and age, we no longer put our belongings in shoe boxes, or anywhere else in the basement. Instead we seem to store everything on hard drives, thumb drives, CD’s or more recently, in the cloud.

This made me think about what happens when I’m no longer part of the planet. Up until this generation, all of our memories have been physical and tangible and, although we may not access them often, we know we are always able to.

Since the introduction of the cloud, this is no longer the case. I have a website with hundreds of articles, which I’ve written, electronic copies of my books, and thousands of photographs, all of which I hold dear. It is of course encrypted and protected by a password, but should I fail to pay my annual $99 fee,, my entire life will disappear.

There is no backup, as there’s too much information to store locally, so every little bit of creativity which I have generated, is floating in cyberspace and at the mercy of the powers that be.

When the cloud storage was first introduced, it was revolutionary and a fantastic opportunity to store information off site. As with any new invention there were bugs, and this was certainly the case with cyberspace. A friend of mine had migrated all of his photos to a cloud-based program, and was qui