Tonight, Iâll ask you to take to heart the notion that, alongside the myriad joyful, playful scholarly and intellectual concerns that motivate us in the digital humanitiesâor, rather, resting beneath them all, as a kind of substrateâthere lies the seriousness of one core problem. The problem is that of extinctionâof multiple extinctions; heart-breaking extinctions; boring, quotidian, barely-noticed extinctionsâboth the absences that echo through centuries, and the disposable erosions of our lossy everyday. We edit to guess at a poetâs papers, long since burned in the hearth. We scrape through stratigraphic layers of earth to uncover ways of life forgotten, and piece together potsherds to make our theories about them hold water. Some of us model how languages change over time, and train ourselves to read the hands that wonât be written, anymore. Others promulgate standards to ward against isolation and loss. With great labor and attention, we migrate complex systems forward. We redesign our websites and our toolsâor abandon them, or (more rarely) we consciously archive and shut them down. DHers peer with microscopes and macroscopes, looking into things we cannot see. And even while we delight in building the shiny and the newâand come to meetings like this to celebrate and share and advance that workâwe know that someone, sooner or later, curates bits against our ruins.
