The idea that the world will go on long after we’re gone can be unsettling. And yet, we never really worry that life was going on long before we ever arrived.
However, this realization — that life was going on long before I existed — has spurred my interest in home movies. Unfortunately, my family never shot any, so I find myself fascinated by the movies of others.

What happened?
Sometimes late at night, I’ll spend a few moments at The Internet Archive watching long lost family films. The older they are, the better, but it’s better still if they are in color and shot at locations I am personally familiar with. It’s like looking into a past without me in it, and a realization that there will also be a future without me in it.
In a way, it’s like seeing what death really looks like.
And yet I don’t think of it as a morbid curiosity, although certainly there is a melancholy aspect to it. On the other hand, there is something comforting in knowing that all we experience in this life is not necessarily unique, and that we are not really alone; in fact, we are surrounded on all sides of time by those with similar wants, wishes, pains, triumphs, and losses. Those who have come before — and those who will come after — are as real as we are, just in a different plane of time.
It reminds me of a quote I saw once in an Italian catacomb, posted above a display filled with hundreds of skeletons: “As you are now, we once were. As we are now, you shall be.”
I will do something with this, creatively speaking. I’m just not sure what yet.