Today man puts pen to paper,
And before that ink to parchment;
Even before, walls and caves
Acted as his or her canvas.
Soon only taps on screens
Will register, thoughts and ideas,
Retain who we were,
Who we are and,
who we aspired to be.

Ever lost a diary,
That captured a slice of life itself,
To renovating houses, calamities,
Or just plain old negligence?

Just the thought makes me shiver.
A piece of what stores memories,
Records history, lost!

But to put you out of
Existential misery
Or drown you even further,
One day life itself
Will be lost;
Exactly the way it was found.

Bang and we are gone.

Picture by Greg Rakozy

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