My grandmother was a kind of family historian, and I was sad when I learned the box of photographs she kept in the attic had been thrown out. Decades of family memories. Today, the “Cloud” stores our photos. I had wondered what would happen, after decades of being digitally stored and rewritten, how they would look after the accumulation of the digital debris that sometimes enters the code. Here is my “selfie” – as I imagine it in about a hundred years in the future, when I am long gone.