From The Grave

[maskedmelon]

my employer recently updated their email dealio. It was forced we had no say in it and it hasn't really seemed to change anything, but for what I found in my great hall of notes... I keep it rather tidy, more so than my mind or desk at least, and was taken by a mix of awe and horror to find it filled with the a multitude of thoughts passed, as pristine as the day i sent them away with a flick of my thumb. i am quite pleased to have reacquired some of the unpublished works, but cannot help but question where they have been and by what sinistery they have returned to me. I thought them dead...

where does dead data live?