I’ve cried frequently in the past couple of months, most recently when my phone ran out of space.

That in itself is nothing surprising — periodically, my phone will begin to lag and I begin the seasonal ritual of purging its SD card, cutting the ties of memories I’ve made over the last couple of years and jettisoning what is no longer necessary, releasing them into the black void of cyberspace. It’s always an exercise of weighing; of reviewing, reminiscing, and deciding what sparks joy and what has outlived its shelf life of usefulness. It’s usually a fairly clinical process — deleting documents I no…