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And the cat photo? It was a grainy picture of a stray tabby that used to sit outside my window. I had named him “Captain Pancakes.” I had completely forgotten about Captain Pancakes. We all have a ggfhdtyhrtjzedhdsrhsfhtethzdbnj.rar somewhere in our lives. Not a literal file, but a locked box of awkward, earnest, forgotten creativity. We look at the chaotic, random-looking exterior of our past—the bad haircuts, the terrible music, the weird projects—and we think it’s junk.

ggfhdtyhrtjzedhdsrhsfhtethzdbnj.rar

I have absolutely no memory of creating this file. ggfhdtyhrtjzedhdsrhsfhtethzdbnj.rar

I typed: brokencontroller

I stared at the filename itself. ggfhdtyhrtjzedhdsrhsfhtethzdbnj And the cat photo

At first, I thought it was a cat walking across my keyboard. I tried to delete it. Access denied. I tried to rename it. Error. This file, with its chaotic, gibberish name, was apparently the digital equivalent of a locked safe buried in the woods.

So, naturally, I became obsessed. I traced the file’s metadata. The creation date was November 17th, 2013. 11:43 PM. I was 22 years old. What was I doing in 2013? Listening to Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories on repeat and drinking terrible energy drinks while pulling all-nighters in my college dorm. We all have a ggfhdtyhrtjzedhdsrhsfhtethzdbnj

It’s just the person you used to be.