A few times since I started journalling I've reflected on how much information in a given day is lost due to it not being "interesting" enough to be written down - and - how the information that makes it through the filter of my own viewpoint could be interpreted by other people who don't live within my context.

In short: if post-apocalyptic humans have nothing other than my journal to rebuild the collective knowledge of our species... we're truly fooked. They'll know the horrors of Microsoft Teams or how friendly the bus driver was.

But for more important things, it made me really re-evaluate just how challenging the maintenance of our collective knowledge is and how as time goes on it gets harder and harder to correctly parse the original source ourselves: instead relying on the interpretations of others who had a closer frame of reference to ours - but - a lens of their own that we have to account for to.