So it goes.

Here lies the last two hard drives I’ll need to finish recording a year of my life.

My roommate mentioned to me the other day how it didn’t seem like I had been doing this for almost a year. It hasn’t seemed like that long to me either; it’s behind just part of my routine. Wake up, change the batteries, download yesterday to my computer while I shower, transfer data from the computer to hard drives while I eat breakfast, format, record.

I think I’m gonna feel a bit naked when this recorder is no longer in my pocket; it’ll be like walking around without a cell phone. But all things must end I suppose and make way for new beginnings. In this case, the new beginning is facing what I’ve gotten myself into by trying to organize and convert 12 terabytes of sounds from the last year into music.