One day in February 2004, out of sheer boredom, I went around the apartment with the Dimage A-1, still shooting jpegs and photographed collections of things. Occasionally, I suffer a brief twinge of nostalgia for collections of stuff, in serried ranks on the wall, but mostly I’m glad they’ve all been digitized and streamed. Only the books remain, and perhaps the CDs are moldering somewhere in a box.