I imagine that I am trying to store my body and soul for digital upload in the future. If my body were becoming such a file, I imagine that it would undergo lossy compression. The beautiful shades of gray that make up a classic black and white portrait would fade away as all of my data becomes 1’s and 0’s of binary code. While my complexity remains, there is no room for ambiguity in this digital world. My pieces are black or white. I am static.
While at first this information appears to reflect off my eyes and skin, it soon overcomes my flesh to both define and mask my identity. Those who download me in the future will only know a shadow of who I was. Perhaps the new age of computer forensics will be able to reveal the grays that once made me whole. But do I want them to discover my secrets in between the black and white?