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On of the best commercials I’ve seen in years, BRILLIANT. .. (hope it uploads right my tablet been actin odd lol)

    What I wouldn’t give to have an album of Anne Boleyn’s selfies, or even just candid shots of random courtiers. I would pore over every image, as scholars do with the few paintings we have, and make guesses about their world based on items in the background, little quirks of fashion, and the relationships of people in the image.

    Every day, we modern folks create a treasure-trove of information for future scholars. We never know what tiny, inconsequential detail captured by a lens will unlock a secret for a researcher. When we record ourselves, we record our culture. We write letters to the future every day. Our humor, our taboos, our social movements, even our memes. (Don’t think for a moment there won’t be a scholar one day who writes a very ponderous tome on Tumblr memes.) Anyone who scoffs and thinks they can determine what scholars of the future will find important is deluding themselves.

THE FIRST AND LAST WORDS ARE SAID BY ALBUS 

“One thing I’ve learnt is that you should never look back, the past is dead and buried, you get nothing from living there, it’s all about today. but I’ve been having these dreams, in them nothing is real, nothing is solid; everything is fantasy, fucked. An illusion. In these dreams I’m a life that’s already gone by. Today means nothing, today is just a ghost that’s haunting me. I’m at the end of the world on the edge of things and I think about letting go. I think about falling. My name is James Cook, I did something once and my ghost won’t let me forget it. “