when i've lost data it's usually been writing. apart from when it happened to a major project i was still working on, it's usually felt freeing. a fresh start.
if anything really important is lost, i just have to try to remake it.
Thanks a lot! I really like that everyone is sharing their thoughts and stories about this. Your’s is a really cool take. It’s so true that the second time around you are much faster and often times can get rid of flaws of the original draft.
Thanks again for playing and taking the time to comment <3
The feelings and thoughts captured here are something I've thought about a lot, especially as technology becomes less backwards compatible and deteriorates faster, so information gets harder to maintain. And I've always felt very conflicted about it. On one hand, it's only thanks to so much archiving and data hoarding by people that I've been able to create some of my games, but I also come from a family of physical hoarders and so I've always been quicker to just let things go digitally, even if it hurts sometimes.
I really like this game because it explores the opposite side of that, and that anxiety and fear is felt really well. Great audio and visual effects too.
Thank you for playing my game, and thank you for sharing your thoughts and history with me!!! I’m so happy that this little jam entry was able to connect with people.
It is funny, that now that I made this game, I find myself thinking more about old pictures and projects I made. Some of the music I composed can’t be edited anymore as I don’t have the software anymore. Sometimes I never exported the songs, as I felt they were not ready yet. But, now I only have the memory and the disconnected files left. I recently exported more unfinished projects. Not sure I have a clever file structure for it, but it is nice seeing the progress and being sure, I can listen to it, even if I lose a virtual instrument plugin, due to incompatibility …
Beautiful narrative and I really adored your concept here :OOO
I've found myself trying to rescue photos from a dying phone somewhat recently and as a digital hoarder, it felt like quite the blow to not be able to rescue all the memories. I think the perspective you've taken with the narrative has actually made me feel a little better about that loss :)
Your visuals were so creative, the photos were so ordinary, yet the noise corrupting their form left so much implied that it feels like theyre hiding some kind of revelation or secret. Which, feels true to the nature of losing photos and memories through a hardware crash. Something ordinary and everyday was stripped away from us, and foundationally that erupts a palpable loss in us. But maybe thats okay, we're still alive and theres still so much to see :)
thank you so much. i’m glad you could relate. and i’m sorry for your loss.
letting go of such lost media is often times such a struggle—especially for an adhd brain. in such cases mine becomes so obsessed with trying to salvage more. which makes the process even more tedious. like shouting “i can still save them” while everyone else just shakes their heads and tells me, its too late, they’re gone, move on. maybe a bit over-dramatic ^^ but this obsessing might be just another way of saying goodbye.
now that i write it like this i wonder how i will react to losing people in my life? will it be similar or is this process exclusive to my digital possessions?
aaaaanyway … thank you for playing my little gane and having such nice thing to say about it :3
incredible ride from start to finish
the ramp up to the hard drive crash felt as mundane but as cosmically driven to its doomed destiny as to make it super relatable, even as someone who doesn’t keep external hard drives around. I mean- this perfectly illustrates why I dont keep those around, why i rarely take photos of anything. I much rather commit directly to memory what I felt and was important to me at that moment and have the flow of time just gradually sift out the things that I can “do just fine without” - losing them unaware of the process that’s really taking place. To me that “personal failing” feels a thousand times better than the failing of some electronics hardware suddenly, violently ripping those things away.
I know there’s probably too much hubris in that sentiment ^^ but this has helped me put it into words a bit better, thank you <3
also just loooove how the music and the jiterriness of the text support and emphasize the groundwork of semi-existentialist semi-dread the corrputed files lay out. Just really cool all around 💖
thank you ^^
using external hard drives came more out of necessity and i tried for some time to become decent at photography. so that hard drives crash also had the added layer of losing some of my art.
i’m not even sure if i commit anything to memory deliberately—maybe i should. i think it often just either sticks or goes. maybe that’s why i enjoy pictures? i sometimes scroll through old folders and get surpised by motives i took or people i met.
i’m glad my little story helped you find words for your choice and gave you resolve for your non-external hard driven life ;3
funny side-fact: i lost a month worth of conversations on my phone this week due to my accidentally turning of my computer while my phone was still updating >.< and the best part: i considered for a moment to create a phone backup but thought it should be fine ^^
this was so cool!! the music was sick, the typeface and its jitteriness rule, and the writing struck right into the center of genuineness through lighthearted writing that felt grounded in real material experiences of thinking about the nature of memories. I've had many similar trains of thought over the years, whenever I move apartments or (most recently) redecorate my bedroom, or back up my hard drive and see all the data packets just grow larger without me really knowing what's in there, but still kinda caring about them- knowing I might need or enjoy them at some point in the future.
We love the hate of shit consumer electronics design hehe
With the clean text box design, L2S really felt like one of those pretentious ass art games you'd see discussed in polygon in 2016 (affectionate)
Beautifully made and touchingly intimate. You really captured such a delicate feeling with this work. The fallibility of technology against the march of time can eerily match how our own minds falter. Seeing these images felt like witnessing half-rendered memories and makes me wish we could run a recovery program for our own silly heads. T^T
Suffering from the millenial curse of always covering up sincerity with irony my impulse reply was: I was just writing something that I hoped would sound interesting and funny—it wasn’t meant to be that deep. And your comment made me re-evaluate what goes on when writing. I think I underestimate the sincerity of my own experience. Just because that crash happend long ago, and the pain over the loss is long gone doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. Maybe having the distance made it easier to write about it. Anyway, I might have taken your comment completly wrong >.< But I felt called out to take myself serious. Not sure if I can explain my thought well.
Those moments when something/-one stirs up a half memory, but you can’t visualize it completly and instead of the contents of that memory you only feel loss. This kind of memory loss is scary, because it is able to call myself into question. “Did that really happen? I thought I was different …”
I’m really honored that my little game was able to conjour these thoughts and emotions for you. And thank you again for conjouring thoughts and emotions in me with your comment ^_^
Oh you are so sweet! I completely understand where you’re coming from, I am also susceptible to this curse at times. XD
I can only speak for myself, but this game definitely made me feel a type of existential anxiety about memory itself. I can “recall” many times I’ve found myself in a moment so perfect that I endeavored to commit every detail I could to memory and while this will sometimes partially work, most times I can only frustratingly recall that I tried to remember… something. I don’t know if this is a common affliction so maybe my takeaway is unique to me but this game is one of the closest to capturing the feeling of wrestling with those thoughts.
I didn’t mean for my comment to be a call out but I am glad if it helped you! Though, maybe I should say, from what I’ve played of your games so far, your games are wonderful and if it’s the result of you not taking yourself seriously then maybe seriousness isn’t needed? I don’t know lol, art is art, everyone’s process is different, I’m just excited see more of your work!
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nice! i really liked the corrupted photos.
when i've lost data it's usually been writing. apart from when it happened to a major project i was still working on, it's usually felt freeing. a fresh start.
if anything really important is lost, i just have to try to remake it.
Thanks a lot! I really like that everyone is sharing their thoughts and stories about this. Your’s is a really cool take. It’s so true that the second time around you are much faster and often times can get rid of flaws of the original draft.
Thanks again for playing and taking the time to comment <3
The feelings and thoughts captured here are something I've thought about a lot, especially as technology becomes less backwards compatible and deteriorates faster, so information gets harder to maintain. And I've always felt very conflicted about it. On one hand, it's only thanks to so much archiving and data hoarding by people that I've been able to create some of my games, but I also come from a family of physical hoarders and so I've always been quicker to just let things go digitally, even if it hurts sometimes.
I really like this game because it explores the opposite side of that, and that anxiety and fear is felt really well. Great audio and visual effects too.
I loved this!
Thank you for playing my game, and thank you for sharing your thoughts and history with me!!! I’m so happy that this little jam entry was able to connect with people.
It is funny, that now that I made this game, I find myself thinking more about old pictures and projects I made. Some of the music I composed can’t be edited anymore as I don’t have the software anymore. Sometimes I never exported the songs, as I felt they were not ready yet. But, now I only have the memory and the disconnected files left. I recently exported more unfinished projects. Not sure I have a clever file structure for it, but it is nice seeing the progress and being sure, I can listen to it, even if I lose a virtual instrument plugin, due to incompatibility …
Beautiful narrative and I really adored your concept here :OOO
I've found myself trying to rescue photos from a dying phone somewhat recently and as a digital hoarder, it felt like quite the blow to not be able to rescue all the memories.
I think the perspective you've taken with the narrative has actually made me feel a little better about that loss :)
Your visuals were so creative, the photos were so ordinary, yet the noise corrupting their form left so much implied that it feels like theyre hiding some kind of revelation or secret.
Which, feels true to the nature of losing photos and memories through a hardware crash. Something ordinary and everyday was stripped away from us, and foundationally that erupts a palpable loss in us. But maybe thats okay, we're still alive and theres still so much to see :)
-Really good job Henni <3
thank you so much. i’m glad you could relate. and i’m sorry for your loss.
letting go of such lost media is often times such a struggle—especially for an adhd brain. in such cases mine becomes so obsessed with trying to salvage more. which makes the process even more tedious. like shouting “i can still save them” while everyone else just shakes their heads and tells me, its too late, they’re gone, move on. maybe a bit over-dramatic ^^ but this obsessing might be just another way of saying goodbye.
now that i write it like this i wonder how i will react to losing people in my life? will it be similar or is this process exclusive to my digital possessions?
aaaaanyway … thank you for playing my little gane and having such nice thing to say about it :3
incredible ride from start to finish
the ramp up to the hard drive crash felt as mundane but as cosmically driven to its doomed destiny as to make it super relatable, even as someone who doesn’t keep external hard drives around. I mean- this perfectly illustrates why I dont keep those around, why i rarely take photos of anything. I much rather commit directly to memory what I felt and was important to me at that moment and have the flow of time just gradually sift out the things that I can “do just fine without” - losing them unaware of the process that’s really taking place. To me that “personal failing” feels a thousand times better than the failing of some electronics hardware suddenly, violently ripping those things away.
I know there’s probably too much hubris in that sentiment ^^ but this has helped me put it into words a bit better, thank you <3
also just loooove how the music and the jiterriness of the text support and emphasize the groundwork of semi-existentialist semi-dread the corrputed files lay out. Just really cool all around 💖
thank you ^^ using external hard drives came more out of necessity and i tried for some time to become decent at photography. so that hard drives crash also had the added layer of losing some of my art.
i’m not even sure if i commit anything to memory deliberately—maybe i should. i think it often just either sticks or goes. maybe that’s why i enjoy pictures? i sometimes scroll through old folders and get surpised by motives i took or people i met.
i’m glad my little story helped you find words for your choice and gave you resolve for your non-external hard driven life ;3
funny side-fact: i lost a month worth of conversations on my phone this week due to my accidentally turning of my computer while my phone was still updating >.< and the best part: i considered for a moment to create a phone backup but thought it should be fine ^^
this was so cool!! the music was sick, the typeface and its jitteriness rule, and the writing struck right into the center of genuineness through lighthearted writing that felt grounded in real material experiences of thinking about the nature of memories. I've had many similar trains of thought over the years, whenever I move apartments or (most recently) redecorate my bedroom, or back up my hard drive and see all the data packets just grow larger without me really knowing what's in there, but still kinda caring about them- knowing I might need or enjoy them at some point in the future.
We love the hate of shit consumer electronics design hehe
With the clean text box design, L2S really felt like one of those pretentious ass art games you'd see discussed in polygon in 2016 (affectionate)
got my first snek comment!!!!! thank you!!
i’m really happy you liked the writing and found it relatable to your own exp.
can’t wait for superbunny hop to make a video about l2s ^^
Beautifully made and touchingly intimate. You really captured such a delicate feeling with this work. The fallibility of technology against the march of time can eerily match how our own minds falter. Seeing these images felt like witnessing half-rendered memories and makes me wish we could run a recovery program for our own silly heads. T^T
That was so poetically put. Thank you!
Suffering from the millenial curse of always covering up sincerity with irony my impulse reply was: I was just writing something that I hoped would sound interesting and funny—it wasn’t meant to be that deep. And your comment made me re-evaluate what goes on when writing. I think I underestimate the sincerity of my own experience. Just because that crash happend long ago, and the pain over the loss is long gone doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. Maybe having the distance made it easier to write about it. Anyway, I might have taken your comment completly wrong >.< But I felt called out to take myself serious. Not sure if I can explain my thought well.
Those moments when something/-one stirs up a half memory, but you can’t visualize it completly and instead of the contents of that memory you only feel loss. This kind of memory loss is scary, because it is able to call myself into question. “Did that really happen? I thought I was different …”
I’m really honored that my little game was able to conjour these thoughts and emotions for you. And thank you again for conjouring thoughts and emotions in me with your comment ^_^
Oh you are so sweet! I completely understand where you’re coming from, I am also susceptible to this curse at times. XD
I can only speak for myself, but this game definitely made me feel a type of existential anxiety about memory itself. I can “recall” many times I’ve found myself in a moment so perfect that I endeavored to commit every detail I could to memory and while this will sometimes partially work, most times I can only frustratingly recall that I tried to remember… something. I don’t know if this is a common affliction so maybe my takeaway is unique to me but this game is one of the closest to capturing the feeling of wrestling with those thoughts.
I didn’t mean for my comment to be a call out but I am glad if it helped you! Though, maybe I should say, from what I’ve played of your games so far, your games are wonderful and if it’s the result of you not taking yourself seriously then maybe seriousness isn’t needed? I don’t know lol, art is art, everyone’s process is different, I’m just excited see more of your work!