<story><title>Love in the Time of Cryptography</title><url>https://backchannel.com/love-in-the-time-of-cryptography-dd3a74193ffb</url></story><parent_chain></parent_chain><comment><author>avenoir</author><text>&amp;gt; “Every time I look at an old mail, I feel weird, like I prefer the memory I have of a thing than the accurate recording,” he told me.&lt;p&gt;I do have to say when I and my ex broke it off, reading that first conversation logged in my Facebook chat between the two of us was a total bitch to swallow. Everything was there. Every single word. Nothing&amp;#x27;s faded into distant memory. There we were 2 years ago happy that we&amp;#x27;ve met each other. Here we are now - complete strangers to each other. It is definitely a weird feeling.</text></comment>
<story><title>Love in the Time of Cryptography</title><url>https://backchannel.com/love-in-the-time-of-cryptography-dd3a74193ffb</url></story><parent_chain></parent_chain><comment><author>tptacek</author><text>In which a reporter falls in love with a fellow nerd she meets at a European hackerspace, maintains a long-distance relationship by messaging using showily bad file encryption, decides to move to Europe to cohabitate, and, lacking Facebook profiles to verify the relationship, relies on the testimony of friends and other anecdotal evidence sources, like hundreds of millions of other couples whose lives are imperfectly recorded by social networks.&lt;p&gt;Gabriel Garcia Marquez, eat your heart out.</text></comment>