I’ve never felt so small yet so powerful to an exhausting degree when it comes to archiving fandom content. I’m learning most of this from scratch and there’s so much to save and so much I started too late to grab, yet every download is a relief, a need to be remembered almost fulfilled. There is so much and my work is so far from done but it’s here, in my hands, and for right now it’s safe, not as safe as I’d like, but it’s safe and mind and I can hold deleted videos and buried fics and make sure someone remembers them, that these stories can live for a little while longer.
I hold the future of what is thought to be forgotten and I am oh so powerful in my work yet oh so small in the sheer amount of quantity let alone any moral conundrums. Still I persist though, one person fighting the tide of history so maybe the stories I loved can be known to just one more person, “We are here!” I cry, I hold the ruins of fandoms that used to be bustling and alive and I yell to fill it back up with echoes of what once was “you will remember us and what we have done”
