Where do those thing that we type that get eaten by the internet end up? Do they just disappear into the ether?
I believe that when we die, there will be a pile of all the socks we ever lost in the wash. And there will be a jar full of all the change we ever put in our pockets that wasn't there when we went to empty them. And that jar will be on a desk with a computer containing all that stuff we typed that forums and chat rooms and bulletin boards and blogs and emails just ate on it. And we'll look at it, shrug, not remembering any of it, and go play kickball for all eternity with all your old schooltime crushes.
How about that?
The first moments of silence.
7 hours ago