Justin Timberlake as played by Romi Graham - "SexyBack"

As the world becomes increasingly uninhabitable, the archival process has become paramount. The world is a hotel room, it is five minutes to checkout, and the archivist is the one checking under the bed, scrambling, stuffing everything possible into the suitcase; including the clothes, the toothbrush, the proper things, but also the bed, the shower, the very concept of dual-insulated windows, and the windows themselves. There is no such thing as merit. Merit was made for a world with an infinite future. Save the good, throw away the rest. This concept is moot. If history is written by the winners, it is the archivist's job to even the score. Saving only good works is like lowering a rope ladder into a lifeboat and saying "You, you, you, not you, or you." Or to be more accurate to the behaviour of inhuman curators, "None of you except for you. The youngest. Most supple. You alone." To save any one work in place of any other is madness, all must be saved, or the whole project should be abandoned. No human creation left behind. Every 6th grade book report on Sharks. Every placemat doodle of a house with smoke coming out the chimney. Every secret handshake that ends in a dirty gesture that looks like genitals. Every tweet @_chloxo: im listening to christmas music, beliebers and directioners are uniting and payzer is back together EVERYTHING IS SO PERFECT RN. And it is my pleasure to add to the Human Record, Romi Graham's version of JT's "SexyBack", part of the Future of History.

[Free, as all things human truly are] (image from consume consume)