I've noticed I look at pictures Backwards through a telescope Where all the detail looks so small I've noticed when thinking backwards I tend to second-guess myself I see all the dumb stuff I ever did I spent last night just cleaning out my hard drive I'm backing up my memories to disk I own a time machine twenty-five hundred pixels wide It shows me things I recall like yesterday I've realized when I see myself From even just a month ago I'm workin with the context I have now So when the magnets sketch out These pictures for posterity It's me that sees them differently with time I spent last night just backing up my hard drive In case I spill my coffee on the keys Of course even then there's the matter of bit decay No matter what I do it's gonna fade away