Looking at the list of locations and former wifi networks on my Kindle is like reading a particularly off-kilter recitations of everywhere I’ve been for the last year or so. Like an elephant, it appears that a Kindle never forgets — at least where it concerns Internet connectivity. It offers up a number of options anytime it’s somewhere new, a coded collection of past locations: Where was 2mbbt, again? Was it somewhere I went to via the Bolt Bus free wifi that’s also on here?
When we’re old and forgetful — so, you know, next week at the rate I’m going — it’ll be these kinds of collections of old Internet logins that will survive us and tell us where we used to be. Our lives written out in keychains and forgotten passwords to locations we won’t even remember visiting.