I press backspace on memories
until the screen goes white
but my shadows still lingers
in the glow of the light
I clear out the messages
the words, the ghosts, the proof
but my name still sits there
a reminder of the truth
I empty the folders
trash the pain, the past, the cries
but I can't drag this heart
to the bin where it dies
I want to uninstall the echoes
remove the version of me that stayed
rewrite my script, erase my code
pretend as if I was never made
but there's no button
no key, no shelf
that lets you delete
yourself
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A most interesting metaphor cast in modern technology it emphasizes that as long as one thinks the self can not be deleted or erased. An operating system can be uninstalled but if it can not be deleted one has to ask how much of it is hardware not software. A good read
Thank you! It’s true that even when something is deleted, it’s never really gone. Traces always remain, hidden in memory or fragments of what once was. Just like data leaves a shadow in a system, parts of ourselves and our experiences linger no matter how hard we try to erase them.
A great analogy and you are most welcome
I love the rhyme
And self destructive vibe
Also killer ending
I think at some point we would all like to be deleted, or maybe the words deleted before we send them.
No doubt in the future the technology will be there.
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