Thanks to Netflix, our ever-lengthening evenings are beginning to be filled with show after show of television that we’ve ‘missed’ all summer long. Last night, we were watching a mini-marathon of Revolution. A pretty decent show between the loose acting and sometimes hilarious special effects, yet entertaining nonetheless. For those who haven’t watched it {we’re only a few episodes into the first season} it’s basically about a mysterious blackout that happened 15 years prior and how everyone is getting along with no electricity. Swords and fists are the weapons of choice as bullets are scare and guns are outlawed. Horses are the main means for travel, crops and hunting are the primary source of nourishment. It’s interesting.
{P.S. If this happened in real life, my family would totally survive. And probably flourish. Just sayin’.}
Anywho, there’s a British character who carries an iPhone with her at all times, which seems ridiculous as there has been no power for years and thus no way to charge her phone. In a tense, heated moment she’s asked why she is so intent on carrying it with her all the time…she explains that she has been stranded in America since the blackout and her two boys are back in England. The iPhone holds the only photographs of her kids that she has and doubts that she will ever see them again.
I thought this was very interesting.
How many of our memories are stuck inside this black box? Either on a phone, computer, flash drive, disc…what if we couldn’t get them off there…How would our stories be told? Where would our history be drawn from?
Food for thought.
