I think there’s some poetic quality to the way we immortalize moments and thoughts nowadays. How it all seems so endless and permanent once the words have carved themselves into this complex arrangement that gets stuck inside the immensity of a compilation of wires and metal. The second it has been submited there is no going back, it is there for the word to see and criticize at their heart’s content.
Yet their durability can be so fickle, so easily forgotten and lost, that you start to wonder if this influx of information and thoughtless thoughts count as anything but a passing fancy that, once you’re done with it, loses its sheen of newness and vanishes from our memories.
What’s the point of doing anything or thinking anything if all you get as a result ends up being this spot of brilliance that lasts for as long as the interest can be captured for, and then perishes in the blink of an eye to only be remembered, perhaps, if you’re lucky, in the way a dream can be recalled. With that hazy uncertainty that grazes, only barely, the front of your memory to later slip between your grasping fingers.
Was the heavy stones, perched on top each other as an offering to a higher being, the way to immortalize our painstakingly slow progress into becoming an advanced society, the means with which we should be painting our past with? Or is it this digital prison where the fame we achieve can only be lived for as long as you matter, considering the billions of people trying to do the same?
Is it worth the sacrifice people go through, to just get that tight-lipped smile and the almost nonexistent snort we usually make when scrolling down a page filled with meaningless text?
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AcakI'm basically bored and potentially unhealthily stressed, and in my limited free time I like to write whatever comes to my mind. Combine all this and you'll have a retrospective in differents aspects of life that no one gives a shit about, but whate...
