There's something inherently entertaining about creating real-life things out of digital stuff. Alice did this recently by turning her weekly notes into a printed and bound book, back in the day Ben took a bunch of tweets and turned them into a newspaper, and I took an online friendship group and turned it into an IRL conference LARP.

I've spent a lot of time lately digging through my own digital photographs - I was on the lookout for photos with interesting glitches or degredations - and I ended up getting sucked in to the sheer amount of photos I have of things that aren't actually worth keeping. They were blurry, had my thumb in them, were literally of just nothing (maybe the inside of a pocket?), pictures of product codes to remember for 1 minute while it was typed into an input box somewhere, or a reference to an item to track down in the IKEA warehouse. They're not good and they're not useful, and they're not pictures of things I care about. And yet, I didn't want to delete them, which I thought was a curious feeling to have about pictures of nothing.

I gathered a bunch of them up in an album and ordered physical prints and put them in a tradtional photo album, just like the ones we have at my parents' house in Cornwall, full of family past and present that I only see on special occasions and don't exist digitally.

I like it? A friend commented that each one is a bit like looking at a mystery puzzle, with a time, place and motive to solve: how did this photo come to exist.