TimeHop is a curious thing — it’s the purest form of the stupid internet faux nostalgia phenomenon. But it’s also a lot of mindless, sentimental fun, a snapshot of your (digital) life a year ago. Now it reads your texts.
The web used to be about other people. IMing your friend, emailing your wife, a chatroom with other guinea pig enthusiasts. Now it’s turning around. Information is becoming less important than emotion — the web is an empty nostalgia factory.
