Digital Resurrection
Sixteen years ago, my iPhone was busy capturing dust floating in the air at the "Canalone Uno" marble quarry above Colonnata, Carrara.
Back when phones still made phone calls and photos didn’t automatically vanish into some mystical cloud storage. Then—poof. Gone. Disappeared into the digital void, like socks in a dryer.
And today, boom. They’re back. A tiny digital miracle, like finding a twenty in an old pair of jeans or realizing your coffee was already sweetened. White marble, blue sky, and me, probably sweating like a pack mule. Time did its thing—turned the struggle into nostalgia and the heat into a nice aesthetic glow.
Moral of the story? Never underestimate an old iPhone’s ability to surprise you. And never trust your memory—it’s just a badly organized hard drive with a sense of humor.
From Left to right. A friend, the quarry owner (friend) and me.
Andrea Bigiarini