As I get more comfortable with writing, art and myself, the more I realize that we each have a slate upon which we engrave our lives. The eternal question is still the same: Is it forever? Rock lasts a billion years and more, but where do our memories go when we are dead?
Is it possible that we have created something more powerful than human life? You think I am joking?
As it stands, a stupid memory stick, if preserved, will last an infinite number of years, and it can have your life on it.
For all we KNOW, everything we are is gone with our last breath xxx