I have lost all my photos before. It was... initially upsetting, but oddly liberating a few weeks on. The things I care about, I still remember. The people I care about I still care about - and for the one who isn't around any more, I wish I'd spent more time talking to him and less time taking photos. I still take photos occasionally, but I've cut back a lot, and I think my life is better for it.

(And I can't afford air conditioning, thank you very much)