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Digital Zombies
On letting things die — A Scrittura prompt response
I am never sure if it is a good idea to remember too much.
All I had was one kiss. Perhaps more. Her memory should live now in the fathoms of consciousness, what could have otherwise been a dream.
All I want is to forget.
No, not to forget. But I don’t want her memory to be forced into my soul. Don’t wake her up for my account.
If our lives parted.
Let me dare to venture into love again. Into the infinity of oceans, into the vastness of stars.
But now through the screen we experience life. We are so close to not dying. Almost immortal.
Let her vanish in time.
May her memory arise, if and when, on a southbound train, as we pass by a station and wonder if I still know…










